Because they were afraid of the waters of the River of Oblivion, they all stayed several meters away from the shore. The souls in front said anxiously, "I have merit coins here, please help us cross the river quickly."
It's certainly a happy thing to finally be at the front of the line, but with the rest of the dead pushing forward, they can barely hold on. If they get pushed into the River of Oblivion, their joy will turn into sorrow.
"Don't push! Anyone who pushes will be thrown into the River of Oblivion!" Zu'an shouted, his voice echoing throughout the Wildlands. The previously noisy horde of undead immediately fell silent, stunned by his imposing aura.
Without killing tens of thousands of people, one probably couldn't have amassed such terrifying power. It turns out that this Ferryman of the River of Oblivion was quite a ruthless person in his previous life.
At this moment, even the other ferrymen of the River of Oblivion in the distance looked over. That newbie seemed to be quite strong. It seemed that things couldn't be done too harshly, and they wouldn't cause him any more trouble later.
However, they didn't care too much. After all, everyone has a special skill or two when they become ferrymen across the River of Oblivion. Besides, this competition is about ferrying people; whoever accumulates more merit will win. Personal strength is useless.
With this in mind, everyone felt relieved and resumed their financial competition.
Seeing that they did not come to interfere, Zuan's lips curled up slightly, and then he flew into the sky: "Line up in fifty rows. Anyone who dares to push or shove will be thrown into the River of Oblivion right now."
At this moment, a commotion broke out in the camp of the dead. One of the most arrogant dead couldn't stand it anymore: "Can you handle so many dead? Why should we listen to you?"
"Exactly, who do you think you are?"
Several other spirits nearby chimed in, saying that those who managed to get here instead of being directly transported to the Hall of Reincarnation by the Qin Guang King's Palace through a green channel were clearly not benevolent beings.
Their patience had reached its limit after so long. Anyway, they were already far back in the queue, so it was definitely not their turn to cross the river. They weren't afraid of offending this guy; they would just find another ferryman to cross the river when the time came.
Zuan's eyes turned cold, and he casually reached out and grabbed at the souls in that direction. The souls instantly lost their balance and were sucked into the air.
They cried out and struggled desperately, but it was all in vain; they couldn't break free from his control at all.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zu'an casually tossed the ghosts into the River of Oblivion. The few arrogant souls that had just been so haughty fell in, their faces turning pale.
They immediately tried to swim to the shore, but the water ghosts in the River of Oblivion would not give them a chance. Countless water ghosts grabbed their feet, climbed onto their bodies, and began to tear them apart.
The agonizing screams of those few undead souls echoed throughout the wilderness, instantly silencing the restless procession of spirits.
The ferrymen of the River of Oblivion in the distance also looked over, but their expressions remained unchanged.
After so many years of ferrying souls, there are always some disobedient spirits. Who hasn't thrown a few into the River of Oblivion? So, it quickly returned to the financial war.
Zuan's expression was icy as he scanned the surroundings: "Does anyone have any objections?"
What a joke! He has the safety of an entire world on his shoulders and must win this trial. How could he have the mind to reason with these villains?
Sensing the murderous aura emanating from him, the souls lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. This guy really dared to attack.
Those piercing screams still echo in my ears; who would dare to provoke them?
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