This sound immediately made oneâs scalp prickle, and one would even feel chills rising from the sole of
oneâs feet to the rest of the body. Even ghosts would tremble in fear when they heard this.
Bang!
Kenneth Sunderâs mental strength was the weakest amongst everyone. After hearing the growl, his
entire head was aching. With a thump, he kneeled to the ground and reached for his head as he cried
out. Even his ears were bleeding. âAhh! Stop growling, stop growling!â he shouted.
However, covering his ears was pointless.
This was not a typical sound. Instead, it was a kind of growling sound that came from the mental
dimension. It was capable of piercing through souls.
Even for someone like Alex Rockefeller, who had formidable mental power, heâd still feel awful.
Meanwhile, the coffin boat they were in started to speed up.
The more they went forward, the stronger the ghastly growl became. It felt as if their heads were about
to explode.
Susan Hunter popped her head out of the boat and looked down. Her facial expression instantly
changed drastically. âAlex, quick, look. The number of resentful spirits in the blood river is growing.
They are pushing us forward. What exactly is there? Could it be Land of Ghosts?â
Alex looked down and saw swarms of resentful spirits. He could see them without even activating his
spiritual eye. That was because these resentful spirits had manifested physically.
Not only that, but there was an even more significant number of resentful spirits floating up to join the
group in pushing the boat.
Waltz Fleur, Maya Howards, Zayne York, and the others also walked to the boatâs edge. After seeing
this, they began to doubt their eyes.
âWe canât keep going forward. This ghastly growl is powerful. Itâs a ghost king, at the very least. On top
of that, there are so many resentful spirits in the blood river. If we go there, weâll be dead for sure,â
Freya Mayer said.
âWhat do you propose?â Alex asked.
âYeah, Miss Mayer. You people from Exorcist Dragons are the best at dealing with supernatural beings
like these. If you have any way to help us, hurry up and do it! Now isnât the time to hold back,â Darven
Mikail said.
âStep aside. Iâll give it a try,â Freya said.
Alex nodded. âIâll push the boat,â he said.
Alex rushed to the front of the boat. He gathered his spiritual power around his palm and struck the
blood river.
âIâll try too!â Maya came over to help. Maya tried using Silver Frost to freeze up the blood river.
Unfortunately, it didnât go as planned. There were too many resentful spirits in the blood river. Before
Mayaâs Silver Frost even took shape, itâd been torn apart.
The resentful spirits had ferocious expressions on their faces. It sent chills down oneâs spine.
Dorothy Assex also came over. She was frowning deeply. âI didnât think thereâd actually be a hundred
thousand resentful spirits floating around here. Thereâs so much blood that it has formed a river. This is
way too shocking. Even a tomb of ancient gods wouldnât be this horrendous. It really is a setup for
certain death. I wonder who the master of this tomb could be,â she said.
âIsnât it Caesar?â Maya asked.
Dorothy shook her head. âItâs probably someone else,â she said.
Right then, Freyaâs voice could be heard. âI summon upon the power of limitless skies, the origin of all
spells, the ends of the galaxy, the karmic cycle of Yin and Yang, death and life, and the edict of the
Dragon God!â
Freya then cut herself on the palm. Using her blood, she drew a spell formation.
After that, she blasted it into the blood river.
In the next moment, a hexagonal formation with bright pillars of flames formed in the blood river. It was
as if a six-pointed, star-shaped hole had been created in the blood river. Meanwhile, those resentful
spirits were gradually sucked into the hole.
Dorothy had a strange look in her eyes as she observed this for a while. âI didnât think this woman could
be so strong. It seems like she does have some connection to the Dragon race,â Dorothy thought.
Unfortunately, Freyaâs level of cultivation wasnât that strong.
Such spell formations that engulfed resentful spirits required a continuous consumption of her Chi and
fresh blood. Every time she activated it, it could, at most, last half a minute. After half a minute, the
power of the spell formation would decrease. After that, Freya would need to scatter a little more of her
fresh blood into it.
After repeating this action three times, Freyaâs face turned ashen. She became powerless after that.