In the wilderness.
After Gu Qingshan was sent away, the atmosphere changed abruptly.
"Come to think of it, tens of millions of years ago, the Evil Ghost World was a slave world we conquered," said the red-haired woman.
"Yes. According to the historical records, they didn't fight us for long before bowing their heads and submitting, willingly becoming our dogs," said the old farmer, his hands clasped behind his back.
"So they've been plotting all this time. But after lying low for so many years, what exactly do they want from our world?" asked a staff-bearing girl in a pure white dress.
The crowned man gave a cold laugh. "Whatever they want, if we kill them all, they'll never have the chance to get it."
"Ex...act...ly...so," said a great tree.
In an instant, a fierce killing intent swept over the entire area.
As they spoke, Red Ghost, wearing a blood-red mask, had already realized there was no way to turn things around.
--All those countless schemes laid over the long years, all those secret operations, had finally been foiled today by a fifteen-year-old baron.
"What a pity. What a pity."
Red Ghost sighed. Across from him, one of the powerful figures had already raised a hand and unleashed a spell.
Knowing this was a matter of life and death, Red Ghost simply didn't resist. He let the spell blast countless underlings away, killing them on the spot.
"Everyone! Everyone!" He clasped his hands in a salute. "Allow me one last thing to say. You must hear it."
The Holy Spirit World's mighty figures indeed turned to look at him.
Red Ghost smiled slyly.
Seizing that fleeting opportunity, hundreds of evil ghosts gathered in front of him. Together, they formed hand seals and cried, "With the power of our deaths, Ghost