"An inherited treasure?"
The old man surnamed Ye and the middle-aged beautiful woman could not help crying out in shock, and then expressions of boundless anger appeared on both their faces. Clearly, they both knew what that meant to the Ink Moon Tribe.
And just then, an earth-shaking explosion rang in their ears. In the sky, winds rose and clouds surged, and Ghost Emperor Haotian's entire body was wrapped in pitch-black, ink-dark yin energy.
That yin energy was far too dense, forming a mass of cloud, and all around it, countless vengeful spirits and skeletons danced up and down in flight.
On the other side, Old Ancestor Hun Yuan naturally refused to show weakness. No one knew what witchcraft he had used, but his entire body suddenly blazed with light, like a golden, scorching sun slowly rising into the sky.
Countless flames—some as small as fists, others several zhang across—shot out from within his body in an unending stream...
Ghost Emperor Haotian gave a cold snort. Those vengeful spirits, each with ten fingers like hooks and savage beyond measure, lunged viciously toward the ball of light Old Ancestor Hun Yuan had transformed into.
This time, he truly had miscalculated. Originally, after going through countless hardships to reach the Kui Yin Mountain Range, he had indeed sincerely intended to cooperate with the Ink Moon Tribe.
Although Yinhun had rested and recovered for ten thousand years, compared with the strength of cultivators, they were still slightly inferior. The enemy of one's enemy was one's friend, and after these ghostly creatures arrived in the Human Realm, they also knew that the Ink Moon Tribe and the Qin Clan were sworn enemies.
Thus, they had thought of cooperating with them.
However, that old fellow Old Ancestor Hun Yuan had never intended anything but excuses.