Yan Chihuo was secretly startled. He had never expected this man to appear by such means. In the cultivation world, cultivators at the Tribulation Stage could never accomplish such a thing, yet a ghost at the peak of the Late Tribulation Passage Realm in the Netherworld could do it.
The newcomer was none other than the Thirteenth General. In truth, this was not one of his divine abilities, but the effect of a treasure he possessed—though how could Yan Chihuo have known?
The Thirteenth General shouted, "Whose subordinate are you, which Nether King do you serve? Don't you know this is Heaven's End King's territory?"
Yan Chihuo only knew that the Netherworld had Nether Kings, and that they had once breached the realm barrier and invaded the cultivation world. But he knew absolutely nothing about the Nether Kings of the present-day Netherworld.
He pondered this inwardly. From what this ghost had said, it seemed that the Netherworld had more than one Nether King, with each Nether King possessing his own sphere of influence.
Yan Chihuo gave a cackling laugh, turned, and transformed into a streak of white light as he fled. The Thirteenth General shouted, "You killed my men, stole my treasure, and you think you can just walk away?"
The Thirteenth General produced a short blade. Man and blade became one, and with a howl, he gave chase. His escape speed was actually even greater than Yan Chihuo's.
Seeing this, Yan Chihuo knew that a vicious battle was unavoidable. He spun around sharply, and his two skeletal hands enlarged to several zhang in size as they swept toward his foe.
The Thirteenth General shouted, "Blood Soul Slash!"
As his voice fell, the short blade raised a blood-red gleam more than five chi high and slashed down viciously.
Yan Chihuo