"Where do you think you're going?!" A shrill, piercing ghostly shriek rang out as seventeen or eighteen Origin Core Stage ghost creatures flew rapidly forward. Ahead of them, an Evil Ghost with wings growing from its flanks was fleeing for its life. Clearly, the ghosts behind him intended to capture or kill the Evil Ghost in front.
That winged Evil Ghost was an elder of a small Netherworld faction called Diamond Mountain. The Evil Ghosts behind him belonged to a force known as the Blood Sand Sect.
Compared to Diamond Mountain, the Blood Sand Sect was a true behemoth. Some time ago, no one knew how Diamond Mountain had offended the Blood Sand Sect, but the latter had come to their doorstep and razed Diamond Mountain to the ground. Only this elder of Diamond Mountain had escaped the calamity because he had not been in the sect that day.
But the Blood Sand Sect clearly had no intention of sparing a single ghost from Diamond Mountain. They had finally found Diamond Mountain's sole surviving elder—the winged Evil Ghost.
Although this winged Evil Ghost possessed formidable strength, there were simply too many enemies. He had reacted quickly and turned to flee, yet he had still been struck by several ghost creatures, leaving him seriously injured.
The winged Evil Ghost flew about like a headless fly, darting everywhere, yet he could not shake off the pursuing ghosts. After chasing him for half a day without managing to capture or kill him, the ghosts were secretly growing furious as well.
Seeing a valley ahead, the winged Evil Ghost plunged straight into it. The ghost creatures followed close behind. The instant the winged Evil Ghost entered the valley, he felt his entire body become incomparably scorching, afflicted by an indescribable discomfort.
He looked around