Do Gods' Palaces Have Ghosts Too?

Mao Yong'an had gone mad.

During this Third Awakening of Eternal Night, Mao Yong'an had completely lost his mind.

Yongning City.

The battlefield was equally brutal. One investigator after another swore to never retreat a single step.

"Sigh, that should be enough."

"I really am not as ruthless as that bastard Zhang Ziliang."

With a soft sigh, Li Xinghe appeared in midair, leaning on his cane as the book above his head continuously flipped through its pages.

Characters fell one after another onto the ground, detonating with endless roars.

Jiangning City.

"The sky... is so dark."

Lu Wu appeared, spiritual power surging as a formation manifested on its own.

Yongan City.

"I've been holding back for so damn long. Finally got a free hand."

"Your Ghost Grandpa is here!"

Zhong Kui held a massive sword, looking utterly crazed.

An expert appeared in every city, leading humanity in driving back the ghosts.

They had only come on the final day for two reasons. First, they had all had their own matters and plans to attend to in the previous days—matters that concerned humanity's future.

Second, just as Zhang Ziliang had said, humanity needed unity, and the Heaven Group needed blood.

Once they had finished what was in their hands, they all rushed over at the first opportunity.

In the Wasteland.

Wang Ye did not head for the Heavenly Court. Instead, he concealed himself and hurried toward the Heaven Group's other cities.

In the end.

He knew Zhang Ziliang was right, but he still could not harden his heart.

At worst, he could help in secret.

Only when he sensed the suddenly erupting auras did Wang Ye stop.

"Does every place have someone protecting it?"

"Huh, how did I manage to take the wrong road again?"

Wang