No matter how the Five Howling Ghost Monarch and the other ghost cultivators fought back, they could not withstand the fierce assault of Ling Pengyun and his companions.
"Fellow cultivators, I am willing to hand over all my sect's wealth, including everything at our stronghold in the Myriad Souls Ghost Realm. Please spare our lives."
The Five Howling Ghost Monarch had lost every trace of his earlier arrogance. Fear filled him as he begged for mercy again and again.
Admittedly, there was little dignity in it.
But this was a matter of life and death.
He could no longer afford to care about dignity.
Besides, the Five Howling Ghost Sect had gathered far too many disciples inside the Five Metals Minor Secret Realm.
If all those disciples died, then even if the forces the Myriad Souls Ghost Realm's leaders had transferred to the front lines escaped disaster, the Five Howling Ghost Sect would still be crippled. It would most likely lose its Grade Six Mid-Rank stronghold in the Myriad Souls Ghost Realm.
Those forces were hardly formidable. They had only two Void Refinement Early Stage cultivators; the rest were ordinary troops.
At most, they could hold one or two Grade Six Low-Rank Ghost Veins and a few ordinary Ghost Veins.
This battle would decide not only whether the Five Howling Ghost Monarch and his fellow ghost cultivators lived or died, but also the future of the Five Howling Ghost Sect!
As the sect's master, the Five Howling Ghost Monarch had to consider every possibility. "You needn't worry about that," Ling Pengyun replied calmly through a voice transmission.
"Someone will collect the wealth from your sect's treasured lands."
"So... none of you have any reason to remain alive. All you need to do is wait for death."
Ling Pengyun's words were