Within the deep, dark Nine Nether Abyss, a handsome Howling Moon Netherwolf whose cultivation had reached Nascent Soul High-tier led its pack on a patrol of their territory. Ahead lay its beloved den. This territory was rich in Netherworld Ghost Qi and offered ample food to sate their hunger. The wolf was also a tyrant of the surrounding airspace, and thanks to its enormous pack's group tactics, it had few rivals.
The Howling Moon Netherwolf was proud and content. As the alpha, it could always enjoy the young, beautiful she-wolves of the pack all to itself, spreading its robust seed throughout the entire clan. Though it possessed considerable intelligence, it had one small complaint: several young Howling Moon Netherwolves in the pack were growing stronger and stronger, and seemed to pose a threat to its position as king of the wolves.
This forced the wolf king to consider whether it should split the pack or simply bite those restless upstarts to death, securing its absolute rule.
As the wolf king pondered, a thousand-strong Fierce Ghost Army stood quietly in the distance, its ranks clad in neat armor and its restrained bearing edged with cold menace. The ghost king at its head had also reached Nascent Soul High-tier. He wore a traditional Green-faced Fangs Mask, and his armor was layered in shades of green. Even his hair was a deep, shadowy green.
This ghost king was a dignified figure, one of the thousand-ghost commanders in Lei Dong's Fierce Ghost Army. After distinguishing himself in battle several times, he had gradually risen from a mere squad leader to a commander qualified to lead a thousand-ghost army. He was known as Green Ghost.
A faint ripple in space appeared before Green Ghost. From its undulations emerged a ghost scout who had been moving