"If entering Ghost Gate truly leads to no return, then why would the disciples of Ghost King Sect dare to come again!"
Hearing Tang Yi say this, Hua Wuyan finally felt somewhat relieved, but she still couldn't help worrying.
Seeing the fearful look on Hua Wuyan's face, Tang Yi said with a faint smile, "If you're afraid, then you can stay here!"
"No way!"
Upon hearing this and then seeing the coffins scattered across the surface of the Nether Spring, as well as the undead being swept into Ghost Gate by its currents, Hua Wuyan shivered, "I'm even more scared to stay here!"
"Hehe!"
Tang Yi immediately chuckled and said, "In that case, let's enter Ghost Gate together!"
The Nether Spring had already turned into a stagnant pool of still water, no longer flowing, but Ghost Gate was a ninety-degree cliff. From the top of that cliff, the Nether Spring cascaded down, instantly forming a magnificent waterfall.