Beneath the dusk, above the ancient city.
Eighty-one ghosts of Green Mountain stood atop the edifice at the city's edge, each clutching different magic artifacts. Grotesque spirits flew out of the artifacts, howling throughout the city.
Ghost King, holding an iron whip, focused his gaze towards the City Lord's Mansion, saying, "There's a demon aura, I never expected that within the city of the Human Clan there still hides a Divine Power Demon King."
The other ghost cultivators all laughed.
They considered the Divine Power Demon King insignificant in their eyes.
Because their realms were all above the Fusion of Heartbeat, half of them having achieved the Nascent Soul Realm, and Ghost King having reached the Perfection of Nascent Soul Realm, why should they fear a Divine Power Demon King?
Su Yie flew over on his sword, his left hand clutching the Heartbreaking Sword, his Black Jiao King Robe billowing in the wind, his gaze fixed on the eighty-one ghosts of Green Mountain.
