The others had no objections to going to Imperial City either. At this point, we had nowhere else to go. By passing through Imperial City, we could make our way elsewhere, then find a way to leave by ship.
So we left Magic City just like that. We moved quickly along the way, and by nightfall, we were already a thousand miles from Magic City.
At that moment, however, we encountered something extremely horrifying: the road ahead had been blocked.
Another Ghost Realm war had broken out right in front of us!
In the turbulent Spirit Realm, wars were everywhere, so this was not strange at all. But this time, both the scale and the fighting were so terrifying that it sent shivers down my spine.
The Wuling Hongguang drove across the battlefield, and every one of us wore a look of horror.
This was a cursed land, cursed because the blood of too many powerful beings had gathered here. Thick resentment and killing intent drifted through the air. I could sense the aura of vengeful souls, their low wails blending with the sound of the wind.
Rumble!
On the other side of the battlefield, billowing smoke rose hundreds of yards into the air. The smoke stretched for thousands of miles without dispersing, surging toward the battlefield like a tide. Through the thin layer of dust above, I could vaguely make out enormous heads and pairs of vicious, savage eyes.
I was shocked. These creatures were not Fierce Ghosts. From the looks of them, they seemed to be some kind of monsters.
At the other end of the battlefield were countless Weird Tales and Fierce Ghosts. Their ranks were just as dense, numbering in the tens of thousands, and there were even many Ghost Kings among them.
I was deeply