The first to react was not the two high-ranking Ghost Kings, but Lei Dong. The moment the Heavenly Ghost King's expression changed and a suffocating, overwhelmingly powerful aura burst forth from him, Lei Dong's face changed. Black mist exploded around him, enveloping Wan Yan and the other women, along with Xiao You. He beat his wings hard and flashed away.
Lei Dong had spent quite some time with the Heavenly Ghost King, so he knew that the aura of a mid-tier Ghost King could never make him feel suffocated. And when the man suddenly displayed the confidence of one who believed the whole world belonged to him alone, then called out the Netherworld Ghost Emperor's name, Lei Dong reacted with lightning speed and fled. Every sign pointed to something being wrong—this was very likely a trap. Lei Dong had no idea why the Heavenly Ghost King had lured them here or what he was plotting, but even a fool could tell it couldn't be anything good.
Even the Heavenly Ghost King was taken aback by Lei Dong's lightning-fast reaction. But in the next instant, he stared at the space where Lei Dong had vanished and let out a disdainful sneer. His long cloak fluttered in the wind as he strode forward—and vanished into thin air as well.
Almost instantly, Lei Dong emerged in a wavering blur several miles from where it had happened, carrying everyone with him. The Netherworld Ghost Qi around him twisted and fluctuated. His face was deathly pale, and with a pfft, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Lei, my worthy nephew, where are you going?" The Heavenly Ghost King's form, which seemed to have grown considerably larger, strolled out of thin air. His eyes held a mocking, almost amused look. "We've spent many days together.