It seemed as if the timing had been calculated to the second. A group of powerful Rogue Cultivators suddenly emerged from the ground by the city gates.
"Hahaha! Where do you think you're going?" one Rogue Cultivator roared with laughter. Everything had gone according to plan; nothing had ever gone wrong.
"We've been waiting for you to come back. Where will you run this time?"
"So Ghost Island is nothing special after all. What fools. Even the ancient Ghost Emperor is nothing much."
Hearing their taunts, the Ghost Emperor was so furious he nearly spat blood!
They could only stop in their tracks. Returning to the city was impossible now. Their only choice was to fight this bunch of bastards to the death!
Inside the new city, Ghost Cry City, only three little ones remained. Of them, only Little one had slipped out, because she was the only one who could ignore all formations.
Seeing Qianqian go out, Beibei pursed her lips. That annoying formation! She was wondering whether she should smash it with a punch!
Little Irene stared blankly, blinking and blinking!
"Holy crap! She... she..." Lü Changlong stammered, pointing at Little Irene, his mind full of questions. How could this child be here?!
Was he seeing a ghost?!
Lü Changlong was quite the fool. He hadn't even recognized the Ghost Emperor. Then again, the Ghost Emperor had been bruised and battered back then; even his own parents wouldn't have recognized him.
"Don't make such a fuss. Stay focused. Another general has just died, and that treacherous person lurking in the shadows is watching us like a hawk," General Cheng of the Western Expedition reminded him.
Little one had slipped out, and that was one thing. But she had just excitedly run right past a group of Rogue Cultivators!