"You're too late!"
An ethereal voice slowly echoed, and a ghostly face covered by ancient armor appeared above the mausoleum.
This face, drawing nearer to Lu Hou and his group, seemed to have some clandestine transaction with them, who had intruded into the Underworld.
At this moment, Lu Hou took out a golden skin and handed it to the ancient ghost face.
The ghost face's eyes shot forth a trace of fervor as it accepted the golden skin, then slowly retreated into the darkness.
Within the darkness where it merged, a mysterious, heavy ancient door began to crack, with eerie light piercing through the thick ancient door like sharp swords.
The ancient door disintegrated, and simultaneously, the dragons imprisoned within burst forth like a catastrophic tsunami, surging into the mausoleum densely and continuously!
