"Hmm?"
Death is nothing more than closing your eyes, the divine soul remaining within the Netherworld Palace, completely severed from the human world.
At this moment, I should no longer be able to hear any sounds from the human world. Even if I turn back to look, I would only see a void, forever distanced from the joy and sorrows of the human world, left alone to face countless evil ghosts in the Netherworld Palace.
Of course, there would be regrets in my heart.
I've only been awake for a few years, and I haven't even known my true identity for a full year.
Previously, I relied entirely on Lao Junmei's gift to live as a normal person.
But ever since I woke up, I have been struggling to survive without a moment to enjoy the bustling life of the human world, and now I've rushed to this point, ready to bid farewell to the human world.
Hu Ma doesn't have such high self-awareness. When he made this decision, it was impossible not to feel regret.
But so what?
To stand against the Netherworld Palace with my own body is only because I know, because of me, this human world can find hope and become more lively.
It's only because those reincarnators have sacrificed themselves for this world, and I cannot sit back and do nothing.
For those who bear the wood for others, they cannot be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow, so I am willing to risk it and find you a way out...
This is my sincerity!
It's just a pity, I ultimately failed.
Then I can only pay this price, and with this price, help clear the last obstacles for that catastrophe in the human world.
There will be regrets, there will be frustrations, but no matter what, there will not be any regrets.
"Little Hongtang, are you afraid?"
In his busy state, Hu Ma turned to give a glance to Little Hongtang, feeling somewhat regretful in his heart.
Little Hongtang has been following me for so many years, yet hasn't enjoyed a few days of happiness.
"Not afraid!"
Little Hongtang held tightly onto Hu Ma's leg, hiding half his body, yet stubbornly said, "With Brother Huma, I'm not afraid."
Hu Ma shook his head with a wry smile, then looked at the Meng Family Ancestor, which had been nailed to the ground, its divine soul about to rupture, and sighed lowly, saying:
"Though you are not truly the Meng Family Ancestor, the Meng family has bowed to you for more than twenty years. Although you acted purely out of instinct without consciousness, in the end, you followed me through the Eight Palace... "
"From now on, there is no Tongyin Meng in the world, nor is there Zhen Sui Hu..."
"..."
Sighing, he suddenly raised his head, leapt forward, and opened his gaping mouth, spewing out a "Soul Yang Arrow."
Now no longer being a living body, he couldn't use the True Yang Arrow or Blood Yang Arrow, but using his soul as an arrow was akin to vomiting mountains and seas, vanquishing countless evil ghosts.
He grasped the spear stabbed into the Meng Family Ancestor and suddenly pulled it out forcefully, shouting, "So the grievances and karma between our two families will be wiped away today..."
"..."
For himself, erasing this grudge is considered a very significant decision.
But the Meng Family Ancestor paid no mind whatsoever, nor could he understand, even though his body was already shattered, as soon as the spear was pulled out, he immediately charged at the surging evil ghosts of the Netherworld Palace.
He could only see one person, and now what he saw was the Ghost General who had just pierced him with a spear, ferociously chasing after his opponent, yet was swiftly overwhelmed by the evil ghosts.
So daring, even beyond imagination!
"You sure have it easy..."
Hu Ma couldn't help but laugh at his brave figure.
Setting aside his last bit of reluctance, he also looked at those crowds of evil ghosts, abruptly lifted the Emperor's Great Saber: "Then let's fight it out!"
Fight until the divine soul is obliterated, until all is void.
This life, though busy, was sufficiently exciting, so why speak of regret?
"Sizzle!"
With a shout, he stepped forward, stood at Zu Ming Palace, and where the Emperor's Great Saber swept, lines of evil ghosts were torn apart.
Even Little Hongtang, at this point, followed him up, jumping on top of an evil ghost's head, swinging little fists at its face.
Hu Ma glanced from the corner of his eye, feeling at ease.
Having sneakily consumed lots of good stuff inside the Netherworld Palace, Little Hongtang is quite impressive now.
She can win this fight!
"Crack..."
Yet there was also the sound of endless voids being crushed like glass, as the Second Hall Emperor Ghost, leading the civil and military officials beside him, pressed down from above.
Even higher up, the First Hall Emperor Ghost, with an ominous face, surrounded by countless evil ghosts in beast skins, wearing bone chains, with utmost ferocity, descended towards Hu Ma Town with a crushing demeanor.
Hu Ma could feel the difference between both sides.
Emperor Ghosts differ from each other, and this Second Hall Emperor Ghost's strength wasn't even on the same level as the previous Eight Palace Emperor Ghosts.
And the First Hall Emperor Ghost was also on a different level from the Second Hall Emperor Ghost.
Certainly, my chances of winning aren't great, but it's enough for me to indulge in this fight.
As long as I fight this match, then vanish cleanly, then this Netherworld Palace can never return to the human world.
Thinking this way, my heart actually feels relieved, I shouted fiercely, and rolling murderous aura surged over Emperor's Great Saber, accompanying Hu Ma in charging through the Eight Palace, not knowing how many Emperor Ghosts were halved.
Every inch of the Emperor's Great Saber now contains an aura tenfold or a hundredfold of what the Five Evil Gods had back then, no longer needing the bones of the Five Evil Gods to augment its ferocious aura.
A thrilling battle shakes the heavens and earth.
If this Netherworld Palace is equivalent to a world within a dream, this world nearly collapses under the assault, with evil ghosts dissipating everywhere, chaotic Purple Qi swirling into whirlwinds, gathering and dispersing repeatedly, but constantly being shattered anew.
