In all the world there were tens of millions of Evil Ghosts, and underground two million Demon Cultivators; at this moment, whether human eyes or ghostly pupils, all were fixed tightly in one direction.
In that direction, Wang Yan and Beiming Xue were locked in an embrace and a kiss, oblivious to everything around them.
Although the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts were still attacking nonstop, those attacks were all launched half‑heartedly; some struck the Chaos Bell and were bounced back.
Some even veered wildly off course, to the point that they couldn't even hit that gigantic Chaos Bell.
At last, Beiming Xue could no longer withstand Wang Yan's fierce onslaught and suddenly broke free from his "attack."
Seeing the humans and ghosts all around staring at them, Beiming Xue's face flushed red with a "whoosh," like a ripe apple, and then she struggled out of Wang Yan's arms.
