A hundred miles in every direction was nothing to a half-immortal. The first ghost took the longest to pull out the first Soul Urn Spike, but the following ones came out faster and faster. As a result, removing all eight spikes did not take much time.
Once all eight Soul Urn Spikes had been pulled out, the ghost immortal was utterly despairing and had completely lost the will to resist. "This is the end for me. Back then, I accepted my senior's dying wish and guarded this land for more than three hundred years. I never imagined that today, because of your arrival, everything would be destroyed. Do you really think you can escape?"
"So you've been committing evil and causing trouble for hundreds of years, yet you still planned to occupy this place? How many ghost people have suffered because of you? How many humans have died unjustly at your hands? I'm not eliminating you today only because your evil deeds have not gone too far. If I truly pursued the matter, an army would arrive in an instant and leave not a blade of grass standing!" I said coldly.
Watching the mist in the forest gradually vanish as the grand formation broke apart, the ghost immortal shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Who exactly are you? Why did you set your sights on our paradise?"
"I'm Xia Yitian, leader of the Four Directions Ghost Gate and city lord of Tianyi City in the southern region of the underworld." I answered calmly.
"You're so young, yet you wield such formidable treasures. But I don't know you. My name is Tao Fengjie. After falling in battle back then, I cultivated into a ghost immortal. I have never left this land even once. I quietly watched all of this, quietly watched...