The King Who Was Asking for Death

"We'll take our leave first and return to our ancestral grounds to go into seclusion."

"When we break through to True Ancestors, the day our Ghost Clan rules the Wilds will have arrived."

The three True Kings who had obtained their opportunities couldn't spare even another word. They tore open the void and vanished in an instant, unable to wait any longer.

They had to turn these opportunities into true strength as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, these opportunities might become new crises!

The four remaining True Kings exchanged glances, their expressions growing even more sullen.

The True King with the severed arm said bitterly:

"Damn it, I was so close.

If not for that bone-eroding gale, I could have gotten my hands on that Heavenly Mandate Snow Lotus. It was the perfect treasure to help me break through to True Ancestor!"

King Tianyou's face was pale. He clutched his chest, where a claw mark had cut deep enough to expose bone. Even with the life force of a Titled True King, he was taking a long time to recover.

If anything, his condition was getting worse!

But unlike the True King with the severed arm, he didn't complain. He clung to the last shred of his dignity and reason:

"Let's return to my Ghost Clan's stronghold and tend to our wounds."

"Though we failed to seize the opportunity to attain the Dao this time, our war against the Spirit Parasite Race and the Shaluo Clan still needs us to take command."

The other three nodded in agreement. Bracing themselves despite their injuries, they activated the teleportation array back to the Ghost Clan stronghold.

A flash of light, and the four appeared in the central plaza of the Ghost Clan stronghold.

But the moment their feet touched the ground, before they