"No need!"
The Ghost Immortal Emperor's voice rang out in Fang Chen's mind.
A faint smile touched his lips. Then he turned to face the thirty-six Heavenly Slaves.
He slowly raised his right hand and spread his fingers. Silver-white light suddenly gathered in the void.
The light flowed into his palm like water and swiftly took solid form. It was a blade.
The blade was five feet long and silver-white from end to end, as though moonlight and ice had fused together. No intricate patterns or Runes marked it, only a single, stark line running from hilt to tip. Within that line lay an ancient, pure power, like a bolt of lightning frozen in place.
The Ghost Immortal Emperor closed his hand around the hilt. At that instant, his aura erupted like a volcano.
He unleashed the full pressure of an Eighth-Revolution Immortal Emperor at the peak of his realm, suppressing all the gray-white auras of the Heavenly Slaves around him. The Heavenly Slaves closing in on him faltered under its impact.
Rumble!
The Ghost Realm shook. A vast vortex appeared in its sky.
Overwhelming pressure descended from within it.
"What terrifying pressure!"
The cultivators inside the Ghost Realm felt that pressure descend from beyond their world, and their faces changed.
"That's the pressure of the World Will!"
Some powerhouses could not help speaking up. They had all experienced Heavenly Punishment. This pressure resembled the World Will's pressure when Heavenly Punishment descended, but it was ten thousand times stronger than what they had faced during their own Tribulation Transcendence.
"Why has a vortex appeared over the Ghost Realm?"
"Exactly! What's happening?"
"A powerful pressure suddenly appeared in the Ghost Realm, and now there's a huge hole in the sky. The World Will's pressure is descending straight through it!"
The cultivators