In a certain valley lay the territory of the ram-horn demons, steeped everywhere in eerie, sinister demonic qi.
The ram-horn demons were famous fiends of Hell, and the demonic power in their bodies was extraordinarily terrifying.
A large number of Nether Ghosts had appeared in this valley. Their leader was the Formless Ghost King, whose face still bore a mask, radiating a bizarre and gloomy aura.
One ram-horn demon with a body like a small mountain sat upon the ground, terrifying demonic qi emanating from it. It held a mountain-cleaving axe, its aura nearly solidified, looking down from on high and scorning all living things.
"Formless Ghost King, what are you doing in my territory? Are you looking to wage war against me, the Ram-Horn Devil King?" the Ram-Horn Devil King said in a booming voice, staring at the Formless Ghost King.
Its cultivation had also reached the early Return to Truth Realm, and its strength was no weaker than the Formless Ghost King's.
The ram-horn demons throughout the valley watched like tigers stalking prey. The moment this group of Nether Ghosts dared to make a move, they seemed ready to swarm them all at once.
"I did not come to wage war. I merely wish to join forces with you and destroy a human city," the Formless Ghost King stated its purpose.
Hearing this, the Ram-Horn Devil King acted as if it had heard a joke. "It is merely a human city. Can't you, the Formless Ghost King, destroy it? You actually came to ask me, the Ram-Horn Devil King, for help? Have you come here to tell me a joke?"
It burst into loud laughter, and the other ram-horn demons laughed uproariously as well.
The Formless Ghost King remained unmoved and said seriously, "There is a human in