"Little nephew? Where's your mother?!" I was getting angry. Zhou Xuan's actions were simply baffling—she had actually lured the Daoist sects down here to fight the Deep-Sea Ghost Clan tooth and nail, wasting their forces!
"Uncle, Mom's over there! Look!" My little nephew patted the shoe dust off his head, shook his oversized head, and took a few steps forward. He pointed toward the thick sea fog in the distance.
A huge black ship burst out of the foggy sea, its masts covered with Zhou Xuan's flags. I activated my Yin-Yang Heavenly Eyes and saw that Zhou Xuan had actually brought several thousand Ghost Kings with her! The booming drums of war followed, and that black ship, not unlike those of the Deep-Sea Ghost Clan, sped toward the red ship. Banners whipped in the wind, and battle intent soared to the heavens!
Zhou Xuan had come prepared as well. The Southern Ghost Gate had joined forces with Quan Chanyu, using a demonic-qi formation to seal off an area of sea. No one else could enter, while they calmly set up their formation inside and located the Ancestral Dragon Sword.
Later, the three Ghost Gates broke through the demonic-qi formation and came down, while the Deep-Sea Ghost Gate also came "at their invitation." Everyone came from different seas, so there was only a small spark separating them from a full-blown conflict. Thus, the moment they met, Ghost Emperor-level beings and even Ghost Immortals began fighting without hesitation! The losses were terrifying. If this continued, both sides might end up battered and beaten.
The Southern Ghost Gate knew the strength of the Deep-Sea Ghost Clan. To maximize the internal conflict, tearing, and struggle among the Four Daoist Sects and the Three Ghost Gates, they had lured the Four Daoist Sects down at