As countless boulders tumbled down, the towering peak that pierced the clouds finally revealed itself to be a giant sword. The bone chains wrapped around it continued to tighten, while the undulating ranks of colossal bone wheels in the distance spun faster than before.
"Kill!" The upheaval on the Starfield Ghost Plains made the human side's assault even more ferocious. The battlefield stretched for nearly a million miles, and cries of battle rang out everywhere.
The loosening of the Great Emperor's Golden Sword had released an immeasurable amount of ghostly energy from the Starfield Ghost Plains. Guided by the bone chains, it surged madly toward the former territory of the Qin Clan.
The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord glanced toward the Netherwind Battleaxe. Gritting his teeth, he fought as he retreated, entangled by the eighteen golden men. Lu Xiaotian saw the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's movements and furrowed his brow. Moving this illusionary realm was no easy task.
"Little Friend Lu, put your mind at ease. Refining a ghost-path treasure isn't child's play; ideally, it must be done in one go. The old ghost Purple Crocodile still had a few hopes in his heart before, but now even the bone pool used to refine the Netherwind Battleaxe has been destroyed. The arrow is already loosed; the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord is truly going to open the Ghost Origin Gate. Why not use the dragon bone against him?"
The Snowfield Demon Deer spoke up to remind Lu Xiaotian. It was also somewhat puzzled. The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's strength had surged, and he could now stand against the eighteen golden men head-on without falling behind. The only thing he relied on was dragon essence. The first portion of dragon essence the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord had obtained had come long ago; later,