The Dark Ghost Race in Peril!

"Mo Tianzun!!"

The high-ranking members of the Yan Clan all took the initiative to salute Mo Tianzun upon seeing him appear.

"No need for such formalities."

"The timing of this Feint to the East, Attack to the West was indeed exquisite. The Yan Clan and the Ice God Clan are sworn racial enemies—no one expected Chu Yun to make such a sharp turn!"

"It seems this trip of mine was indeed for nothing."

"However, since his target this time is not the Yan Clan, then... the Dark Ghost Race is likely in grave trouble."

"Even if I rush over now, it will be far too late..."

Mo Tianzun had already guessed that Chu Yun and the others had certainly gone to deal with the Dark Ghost Race.

The Dark Ghost Race was somewhat weaker overall than the Yan Clan, and Ming Ci's previous attitude had also been hostile toward Chu Yun.

Thus, it was not surprising that Chu Yun had chosen the Dark Ghost Race as his true target.

After all, the Bone Race had Gu Qianzhong, a Sixth Step of Half-step Heaven-Stepping. It would not have been reasonable for Chu Yun to make a move against them.

Therefore, the Dark Ghost Race was his most suitable target.

Yan Wu Ji sat above and pondered for a moment. Then, a flash of inspiration gleamed deep within his eyes. "Mo Tianzun, I have an idea."

"Since Chu Yun used Feint to the East, Attack to the West against us, why don't we strike straight at the heart?"

A sharp gleam flashed through Mo Tianzun's eyes. "You mean the Ice God Universe Realm?"

Yan Wu Ji shook his head. "No!"

"The Ice God Clan's elite experts have all gone with Chu Yun to the Dark Ghost Race."

"Those remaining in the Ice