New Position

There can only be three updates today.

Pighead kicked off the blankets last night and caught a cold. He was drenched in cold sweat and weak all over, really too lazy to write.

Taking a day off—just three updates.

Ying Zheng and the many senior ministers of Blood Qin carefully examined the subordinates Lin Qi had summoned. Xuan Lan, that enormous fellow, was another matter entirely. Standing this close, Ying Zheng could only see the tops of his feet; the giant had to be viewed from several miles away to make out his full form.

Pointing at the Dragon Demon War Ghosts, Lin Qi introduced their origins to Ying Zheng and the others. A feverish flush rose to Ying Zheng's face, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. The first generation of Heavenly Ghosts born from an ancient evil spirit—and Dragon Demon War Ghosts at that, the most powerful fighters among all Heavenly Ghosts. They possessed the strength of the peak Heaven rank from birth, and the thirty Dragon Demon War Ghosts before them had all advanced to the Saint realm.

Powerful, perfect bodies. Natural armor. Massive dragon wings. Sharp dragon tails capable of terrifying slaughter. And those two dragon horns atop their heads, able to pierce gold and iron. This was a race born for slaughter.

The Dragon Demon War Ghosts stood in a single arrogant line, arms folded over their chests as they looked down upon Ying Zheng and the rest. Aside from the faint fear in their eyes whenever they looked at Lin Qi, they cared nothing for anyone here. The evil ghost race had always possessed an innate sense of superiority when facing humans—let alone Dragon Demon War Ghosts, whom ordinary evil ghosts could not compare to.

"That ancient evil spirit,"