"Those Golden-Thread Netherghost Grubs were ancient aberrations. Though they'd been roused with special means and wouldn't live long, they had tremendous vitality, at least until they died. Even after one entered that Windhowl Beast's body, it had still managed to suppress it. It even had the strength to fight back. In that respect, even the two of us might fall a little short. No wonder you held me back just now." The Eagle-Winged Ghost King thought about it, and a hint of fear crossed his face. They'd surrounded those people with so many bone warships and even used the Golden-Thread Netherghost Grubs to ambush them, yet still hadn't managed to leave a single one behind. Those great cultivators and members of the Demon Race were truly terrifying.
"I heard that the all-conceited Dark Nightmare Ghost King took a serious beating at the hands of a few humans or members of the Demon Race some time ago. We don't know who they were, but these few in front of us are probably the ones. Still, managing to ambush one of them gives us plenty to brag about to Dark Nightmare later. The rarer and higher-grade the blood essence they get, the more fiercely the Golden-Thread Netherghost Grubs will act up. Even if that one-horned Windhowl Beast manages to suppress them for a while, if it doesn't die on the way back, it'll still lose a layer of skin!"
The Green-Faced Ghost King rubbed his chin. "Let's go. Without those few troublemakers, things here won't get too bad. The top cultivators of Xiang and Great Qi aren't any weaker than those we just saw. We need to keep a close eye on them, or things could go wrong. Compared with those meddling fellows, finding the treasures left by our ghost-kin survivors while