"If no hidden experts stepped in, the strength of the Thirteen Hells would be enough to dominate the Spirit Realm. It seemed Magic City really was extraordinary."
Huodou lay nearby and said, "When there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys call themselves kings. In the Netherworld, experts from the Seventeen Paths of Hell were everywhere, along with countless unimaginable demons. Compared with it, the Spirit Realm wasn't all that powerful."
"That's right. So even if the Celestial Beings invaded, the Netherworld should be able to hold them off for some time," I said.
"With the Netherworld's strength, I really can't imagine them losing," Huodou said.
"The Celestial Beings' power isn't something ordinary people can imagine," I said.
Huodou nodded, looking quite carefree. It gazed into the distance and said, "Who do you think will win between those two?"
"Battles between experts like them aren't so easy to end." I shook my head.
After killing the two Ghost Kings, I was exhausted in both body and mind, so I decided to return to my room and rest.
Everyone else cleared a path for me. I turned and went back to my room, then quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, I woke up and went downstairs.
Only to discover that the Fierce Ghosts were still invading, though both their numbers and their overall strength had diminished considerably.
It seemed they understood that without a Ghost King, it would be difficult for them to inflict serious damage on us.
I finally let out a sigh of relief. No matter what, these Fierce Ghosts were simply too troublesome. They were like shadows that followed us everywhere, making people feel utterly harassed.
I swung Demon Blade Muramasa and easily swept away the Fierce Ghosts and Weird Tales around us. Then I