The man rode the black horse to the top of the cliff.

He turned over and dismounted, flipped his wrist, and more than a dozen black beads appeared in his hand. A closer look revealed that they were not black beads, they were clearly the bodies of evil spirits compressed to the extreme.

Their green and white faces showed extreme fear, as if they were aware of their fate, but they could not utter any words of begging for mercy.

Immediately, with a slight flick of his hand, dozens of evil ghosts fell into the bottomless abyss.

Only the frightened howls and ferocious faces were left fleetingly.

Under the abyss, below is the Hell of Sword Mountain.

If the fog of formation is revealed.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see the continuous and towering mountain of swords, densely covered with countless small black spots, all of which are evil ghosts being tortured!

The pain is indescribable.

The wailing screams resounded throughout hell every day.
Chapter completed!