"The Fourth Ghost Emperor?"
"That's right. Once my master consumes the Golden Cores of the lot of you, he will surely be able to advance smoothly!" Lie Haipeng's face was filled with sinister malice. "That is all I have to say. Everyone, you may close your eyes in peace now. How about handing your lives over to me?"
As he finished speaking, he waved a hand and summoned a strange whip-like magical treasure. At the same time, the wails of ghosts rose in a great chorus, and the Ghost Kings behind him also made their move.
Naturally, the cultivators would not just sit and wait for death. Though they had fallen into the other side's trap, if these fellows before them wanted their Golden Cores, they were being far too arrogant. Who would destroy whom was still far from certain!
Unlike earlier, when each of them had harbored his own schemes, the cultivators now understood the danger of the situation. Everyone brought out their true skills. For a time, treasure-light flashed, and they gained a great advantage.
Yet Lin Xuan's brows knit slightly, the unease in his heart growing even stronger. The other side claimed they wanted to take their Golden Cores, but once the fight truly began, they defended more than they attacked and showed not the slightest urgency. Their words and actions were like two completely different matters. Judging from their expressions, it seemed even more as if they were waiting for something. Could it be...
The Fourth Ghost Emperor!
Lin Xuan had cultivated the Mystic Demon True Scripture, which was a top-tier ghost-cultivation art. Though it was not the same as the cultivation methods of true ghosts, there were some points of connection. Through it, Lin Xuan understood yin souls and ghostly beings far better than ordinary