The divine chains of law around Youming Kuang trembled violently, and the stone walls of the entire Underground Palace cracked inch by inch beneath his fury.
"Here in the Northern Border, even the elders of the True Martial Immortal Sect give me a wide berth."
"I merely spent a few hundred years in seclusion, and someone actually dared climb onto the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends' heads and shit on them!"
"Relay my decree. Assemble every chief and all their elite subordinates, and head to Blackwind Plain at once!"
Youming Kuang's voice reverberated throughout the Hundred Ghost Hall, making the nether ghost flames on the stone pillars sway violently.
The vertical eye on his forehead slowly closed, leaving a scarlet streak of blood.
The guard dared not hesitate. He scrambled out of the cave abode on all fours and spread the order throughout the underground lair.
A moment later, the piercing wail of the Yin Bone Demon Conch sounded above the Hundred Ghost Hall.
Deep within the mountain range, powerful auras of baleful yin burst through the secluded cultivation chambers and swiftly converged on the plaza before the main hall.
All thirteen remaining chiefs of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends assembled.
Even the weakest of these remaining ghost cultivators had reached late Tribulation Crossing, and three of them were early true lord stage experts.
They stood on either side of the hall, staring at the raised platform where well over half the soul lamps were gone, their expressions turning utterly grim.
"Great Chief, are Seventh Brother and the others really all dead?"
Second Chief Yin Wujiu stepped out of the ranks.
His face was gaunt, and he wore a black robe manifested from the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Diagram. Having reached the half-step heavenly monarch level, he was the strongest fighter under Youming