Restore Her Freedom

"Most likely, he was killed by the Divine Fire Army and that Great Xia youth named Xiao Chen!"

A ghostly face resembling the pallid visage of an old man spoke first.

"That Great Xia youth is only in the Grandmaster Realm. He couldn't possibly have killed Chong Ming; it must have been the Divine Fire Army! After all these years, those ants who should have been reduced to ashes still refuse to let us go! But they've been dead for ten thousand years—how do they still possess such strength?"

Bing Yangyu narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered in a low voice.

As he spoke, a surge of jade-green pestilent energy burst from his body and spread through the surroundings. The void around him suddenly shattered, then returned to normal a breath later, only to shatter again the next instant, repeating in an endless cycle.

"Pestilent Lord, the Divine Fire on those Divine Fire Army soldiers is so weak it is nearly extinguished. Do they truly have the ability to kill Lord Chong Ming?"

"Are you stupid? If it wasn't the Divine Fire Army, could it have been that Great Xia youth? He's only in the Grandmaster Realm. For Lord Chong Ming to kill him would be easier than crushing an ant!"

The two ghostly faces argued.

"Pestilent Lord, the Divine Fire Army has gone too far. When will we strike, tear those wild dogs to pieces, and then slaughter Great Xia's countless citizens?"

A ghostly face of a burly man with long hair, a beard covering his face, and venomous eyes spoke.

They were all members of the Pestilence Demon Clan.

They had died in the ancient war.

Bing Yangyu had preserved their souls with a secret art, keeping them at his side to command.

The Pestilence Demon Clan had