I struggled to my feet and stood up, looking at the Gate of Hell not far above. For some reason, I had a terrifying thought: I wanted to go and take a look.

"Shi Jiu, can you send me up?" I asked, pointing to the Ghost Gate above.

Shi Jiu did not stop me, but bowed to me and said, "It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Majesty."

Then, dragging my body, they brought me to the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

From here, you can clearly see the scene of the battle below. It turns out that, without anyone noticing, the enemy has almost been wiped out.

The Taoist disciples also lost nearly half of their manpower, with over a thousand killed in action.

The Taoist disciples who are still alive today are probably the only remaining Taoist successors in the world.

Every defeat of Taoism was due to such large-scale wars, which led to the loss of many techniques and the incompleteness of talismans.

I could clearly see the terrifying aura emanating from the advisor and the others. Chenlong was even more remarkable, managing to hold out for so long despite being surrounded by seven people.

I also saw that swimming zombie, and I've memorized its appearance.

This is the only enemy I can't let go; he deserves to die!

The one fighting the zombie was none other than the monk they had encountered not long ago.

At this moment, the head monk also staggered a bit, and the hand holding the staff was trembling slightly.

Clearly, the senior monk was nearing his limit.

I wanted to go forward and help him, but I couldn't feel any vital energy in my body. I was too engrossed in the fight and hadn't left any vital energy for myself.

Without any vital energy, going up there is simply a waste of time.

Although I am angry, I have not lost my mind yet; I need to calm down.

Is there any way to help the senior monk?

I thought for a long time, but I still didn't know how to help the monk. I'm in such a bad state that I can barely hold onto the bronze sword.

Just then, the yin energy emanating from the Ghost Gate gradually diminished. I knew very well that the Ghost Gate was about to close, and this time we had won.

"The gates of hell are closing, we should go back!" Zhong Kui shouted to the other three judges.

“But what about this wicked beast?” another judge asked, pointing at Chenlong.

"There's no other way. The adults ordered us to return when the gates of hell close. We can't disobey orders!"

The other three judges exchanged glances, and finally bowed to the clerk and the others:

"Gentlemen, I am truly sorry, but we have orders to follow and cannot help you suppress this beast. The gates of hell are about to close, please take care!"

After saying that, they went through the gates of hell together, which should have been their return to the underworld.

But the next moment!

Chenlong swiftly passed the crowd, condensing a black energy ball in his hand, and swooped down towards the closing Ghost Gate.

Chenlong waved his hand, and it looked like his hand was about to strike the Ghost Gate!

No one expected that he would make his move the very next second the judge entered the gates of hell. When I saw Chenlong's outstretched hand, my expression hardened, and I gritted my teeth and rushed over.

This is the last bit of strength I have left.

"Sorry, you can't break down the door. You can have my life instead!"