The signs of a once-prosperous human race, with camps stretching in every direction, had vanished without a trace. In their place was lifeless desolation, with ghostly aura surging all around.
"We haven't seen any sign of human activity for tens of thousands of miles. I wonder how Qiao Lan and Yu Ya are faring." Lu Wushuang wore a worried expression. Anyone who saw the devastation before them would feel their heart grow heavy.
"Even with the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's abilities, he couldn't have wiped out the allied forces of several immortal dynasties all at once. And after the injuries he suffered last time, he couldn't have recovered and returned so quickly." Xiang Huaxin glanced around, his face equally grave.
Hiss—a plume of black smoke rose from a ridge where green ghost-flames flickered in the distance. Within it, a figure clad entirely in black hurried toward them. His aura was exceedingly feeble, like a candle flickering in a gale. Xiang Qingcheng's eyelids twitched, and she raised a hand to destroy him.
"Qingcheng, stop!" Lu Xiaotian recognized something familiar in the figure and hurriedly called out to halt her.
Just as Xiang Qingcheng stopped, two blue-faced, fanged ghosts came racing after the black-clad figure. Their cultivation seemed to be around the mid-stage Ghost King level, and they pursued him furiously, as if something precious on him had drawn them on.
"Senior Brother Lu!" The moment the black-clad figure spoke, Lu Xiaotian had already darted behind him with astonishing speed. He thrust out a palm, sending two wisps of Brahma Flame drifting toward the pursuers. They struck the two blue-faced, fanged Ghost Kings squarely. The mid-stage Ghost Kings had no time to resist before the Brahma Flames burned them to nothing.
"Junior Brother Luo, it's you!" After destroying the two ferocious ghosts,