"Fellow Daoist Zhao, your Zhao Clan truly lives up to its reputation as the greatest masters of illusion under heaven." Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng had only just hidden themselves when several figures came chasing one another through the deep ice cavern. The speaker was none other than the Dark Nightmare Ghost King, who had crossed hands with Lu Xiaotian.
The Dark Nightmare Ghost King's voice held a trace of fury. "You dared to toy with our Ghost Clan in the palm of your hand. I imagine your Zhao Clan is prepared to pay the price."
Following the Dark Nightmare Ghost King were Xun Hong, chief of the Human-Headed Demon Octopus tribe, whom Long Qiangu had driven away earlier, along with the Blood Monkey Ghost King and the Silverthread Rat Demon. Xun Hong and the others had originally retreated when Long Qiangu appeared; Long Qiangu's strength was simply too formidable, and the three of them were no match for him. But after turning back, they had been unwilling to give up, so they lingered nearby without going far. When they circled back, they naturally found no trace of Long Qiangu, Lu Xiaotian, or the others. Then they ran into the Dark Nightmare Ghost King.
The Dark Nightmare Ghost King had wandered around the ice cavern for some time and was growing discouraged when, to his surprise, he discovered signs of the Zhao Clan. The Zhao Clan had caught him off guard; he had labored all this time without gaining a single benefit, so naturally he resented them. He figured that alone, he might not be able to handle the Zhao Clan's experts, so he summoned Xun Hong, the Blood Monkey Ghost King, and the others to pursue Zhao Zhen.
"Fellow Daoists, I'm afraid you've misunderstood me." The ice cavern behind