The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Zhou Zhanxie stared silently at the ever-expanding hellish vortex beneath his feet, listening to the layers upon layers of heart-wrenching wails of the unjustly killed coming from the depths. His eyelids trembled slightly, as if he were recalling some unpleasant memories.

But she still made a choice in a very short time.

Zhou looked at Li Zhen, who was steadily supporting the three of them and resisting the pull of hell with her mental strength, and said in a resolute and firm tone.

"Perhaps I can appease this collection of resentment."

The pull from hell is gradually expanding, frantically sucking in material from the real world, from fallen leaves and dust to gravel and dead trees.

The gust of wind whipped at Zhou's clothes, but it couldn't evade Li Zhen's mental power and pull him into it.

Zhou Zhanxie took a deep breath, his speech gradually becoming more steady as he narrated.

"I have encountered this kind of unclaimed resentment from the dead more than once before. In their early stages before they develop, they are not considered evil spirits, but just lingering resentment trapped between the yin and yang realms."

"I have accepted and guided this once before, and I can do it."

As he spoke, Zhou took a step forward and made a soft request.

"Trust me, put me down."

Li Zhen's eyes slowly locked onto Zhou Zhanxie's pupils. "I've used this tactic of saying only half and hiding the other half far more often than you have."

Zhou Zhanxie was speechless for a moment. When Li Zhen turned her gaze away, his eyes began to dart around uncontrollably.

Now that Constantine's mouth is smashed, Li Zhen has nowhere to verify anything further, so maybe she can hold on a little longer...

Li Zhen turned her gaze to Constantine, who was slumped in mid-air, half of his face shattered and mangled, twitching like a half-dead river fish from being thrown around because of blood entering his trachea.

An invisible spiritual force, like the most precise scalpel, instantly enveloped Constantine's battered face.

Kaka-

A faint, crackling sound of bones realigning themselves could be heard.

Even the blood foam that was choking him and obstructing his breathing was completely drawn out by a slender thread of spiritual energy and dissipated in the wind.

In a fleeting moment, Constantine's gruesome and terrifying injuries vanished.

Apart from his deathly pale face and the pupils that had finally returned from the near-death experience, which showed lingering fear, there was no other sign of injury.

Having done all this, Li Zhen's calm yet undeniable voice reached Constantine's ears directly. "You know what I want to ask: is there a solution? I am omnipotent now; there's no reason why someone else can solve it and I can't."

Constantine first clenched his teeth subconsciously, his eyes surging with his usual mockery and hostility, already preparing a barrage of insults and rants.

But when he looked up and met Li Zhen's calm and unwavering eyes, all his words were swallowed back by his survival instinct.

He suddenly had a feeling that no matter how much preparation he had made to prevent Li Zhen from manipulating him again, Li Zhen would only be one level above him.

He will never even have a chance to escape back to his place of exile.

Constantine swallowed hard, his mind racing in milliseconds.

"I know her method."

"She intends to use her own mind to process the evil spirit's resentment!"

Constantine gasped for breath, shaking his head frantically as he roared at an alarming pace.

"I used this method years ago! But the situation was different!"

"Even when dealing with a single vengeful ghost, this is a risky move with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!"

"Either your body will be taken over by resentment, or your spirit will be shattered, turning you into a cripple who can only drool in a hospital bed!" Constantine said, glancing at Zhou Zhanxie.

Even now, he doesn't believe that Li Zhen would choose such a risky option, let alone let this ignorant and arrogant Eastern mage try it.

Damn it, if he dies, Constantine feels that Li Zhen will definitely hold him accountable.

"What's down there? It's the aggregate of the resentment of tens of thousands of people who died unjustly! This isn't a concept like a single evil spirit! It's not even additive!"

"I just heard you mention something about wars of aggression. If most of the resentment within a group stems from a particular time and manner of death, then that resentment will accumulate within the group itself, creating something unprecedented..."

Boom—!

Before Constantine could finish speaking, the hellish vortex beneath his feet suddenly trembled violently!

The suction force, which had been relatively stable, suddenly surged several times over. The pitch-black vortex spun at high speed, bringing with it a fierce, earth-shattering gale. Countless pale bone fragments and shattered remnants of souls gushed out from the depths.

To put it bluntly, Li Zhen doesn't yet know the exact strength of the aggregate for him, but its existence will continue to tear and expand the entrance to hell.

This gravitational pull from hell is the primary danger at present.

Even Li Zhen, who now considers herself omnipotent, found her stable mental energy beneath her feet beginning to shake violently, and her body was being dragged downwards little by little.

Just then, on a barren hillside not far away, a warm yet majestic emerald light suddenly pierced the night, disappearing in a flash. Seven tall figures stood silently among the weeds and rocks.

The seven people were dressed in completely different ancient Chinese costumes, including the curved hem of the Qin and Han dynasties, the wide sleeves of the Tang and Song dynasties, and the long gowns of the Ming and Qing dynasties. The costumes spanning several eras were brought together in one place.

The men and women stood in staggered rows and rushed toward the entrance to hell immediately.

Leading the group was a short, stocky girl, less than 1.4 meters tall, shrouded in a large, bright yellow robe that was completely disproportionate to her size.

She also held a jade dragon-head cane that was about a head taller than herself, with a translucent body and intricate patterns.

The girl led the group through the howling wind and landed on the side of the vortex. Her gaze quickly swept over Zhou Zhanxie, who was also stunned, and then locked onto Li Zhen and Constantine.

"Which of you two opened the barrier between Yin and Yang, shattering the balance between the two realms and unleashing the resentment of hell upon the world?"

Zhou Zhanxie lowered his voice and explained to Li Zhen at a very fast pace.

"It's my sect and fellow disciples in the underworld, the people from the Jade Pavilion. This time the commotion was too great, and it lured them out of the underworld."

After explaining, Zhou hurriedly called out to the seven-person group from the Jade Pavilion.

"Well, strictly speaking, it was an accident..."

Huh? Li Zhen gave Zhou Yi a strange look.

Could this guy still harbor some camaraderie with Constantine from the Unjust World?

In Li Zhen's view, it wouldn't be wrong to directly blame Constantine for this incident.

Of course, it could be an accident, or it could be the water from the Lhasa River that he brought with him.

Or is it that Zhou Zhanxie is actually a superhuman, extremely kind person at heart?

Just as Li Zhen was slightly distracted, the girl leaning on the dragon-head cane had already listened to Zhou Zhanxie's condensed explanation, and her original stern expression, which seemed to be about to interrogate him, immediately disappeared.

Finally, a lively expression appeared, befitting his age.

"Oh? This is troublesome. If there are no guilty parties, won't it be even harder to appease the resentment?"