Whatever the murderer who had slaughtered his entire clan wanted, the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor could have given it to them, so long as he had it. Things had never needed to reach the point of such bitter hatred.
But since the killer had done it, they clearly intended to fight the Ghost Child Clan to the death.
And given how deliberately they had lured him away from the Clan Grounds, the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor concluded that the killer was probably no match for him.
Naturally, he intended to crush the murderer before they could grow any stronger.
Let a tiger return to the mountains? Allow the killer of his clansmen to roam free? An old monster who had lived for over a hundred thousand years would do neither.
At that thought, the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor's withered figure took a sudden step forward.
Shadowy ghosts rose into the darkened sky.
A closer look revealed their outlines: they were the Ghost Child clansmen who had died at Luo Yi's hands.
Sensing their ancestor's summons, the ghosts scrambled out of the black clouds overhead.
But before they could tell him what had happened,
the ghosts they had struggled so hard to form seemed to suffer some unknown blow.
Terror and disbelief crossed their faces as they dissolved into nothingness, unable to take shape again.
"You wretch! This isn't over between us!"
The Ghost Child Clan Ancestor trembled with rage. Unconcealed killing intent filled his hoarse voice.
After seeing his entire clan slaughtered and getting no answer from the burly, dark-faced man about the culprit behind it, he had resolved to use Soul-Calling, a forbidden art passed down through the Ghost Child Clan.
Using Soul-Calling would rob his murdered clansmen of their chance at rebirth.
But if it helped him find