In the battle for Tianming Divine City, the two sides' forces were on entirely different levels.
To the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect, it was a war they were certain to win.
The elders present were practically beaming.
Even when they saw the Undead Ghostfire Tyrannosaur's fearsome fury, they kept chatting about their own ideas, enjoying themselves.
"Quiet, all of you."
The Undead Ghostfire Tyrannosaur's massive body landed before the Hall of Ten Thousand Saints, sickly green ghostfire burning across it.
The air around them suddenly turned cold.
"Losses?" the Violet Firmament Ghost King asked evenly.
"How could that be? Even the Primordial Evil Demon went. Four Ghost Kings were there, and even without the army of corpse puppets and corpse beasts, we still had six million warriors."
"Under normal circumstances, even if Jian Wuyi had reinforcements, we could take Tianming Divine City without losing a single soldier."
Even now, many of them remained utterly unconcerned.
Under everyone's gaze, the Undead Ghostfire Tyrannosaur threw back its head and let out a grief-stricken roar.
The desolation in that cry made their scalps prickle.
The Hall of Ten Thousand Saints fell utterly silent.
"All six million warriors are dead. So are the four Ghost Kings."
"There. Carry on!"
The Undead Ghostfire Tyrannosaur grew angrier at their smug complacency.
With that, it turned and left so quickly no one could catch it, leaving everyone bewildered.
"Has Lord Tyrannosaur lost its mind?"
"Why throw a tantrum now, and spout nonsense?"
"I don't understand."
But the strange turn of events left the Violet Firmament Ghost King unable to sit still.
He had just risen when the other Ghost Kings' lifebound beasts returned from the north, along with several three-origin tribulation elders who had escaped with their lives.
The moment they arrived, they collapsed to the ground,