The Foundation Is Laid

Netherworld Old Ghost was stunned when he heard White Bone Divine Lord's words.

"White Bone Divine Lord, what happened to you all?"

Lady Blood Ji shot him an irritated glare.

"White Bone Divine Lord and I have already submitted to Pearl Island. Old Ghost, stop resisting."

"If you hadn't incited us to attack Pearl Island, how would we have ended up like this?"

"Fortunately, our master is merciful and spared our lives. You should submit as well."

Lin Fei flew over with Huyan Cen, Xuan Zan, and Thunderbolt.

"Netherworld Old Ghost, hand over your soul blood and submit to me. This is your only chance to live."

"With so many Soul Transformation cultivators here today, you have no chance of escaping alive."

Lin Fei waved his hand.

Huyan Cen, Xuan Zan, and Thunderbolt each released their auras and activated their magical treasures.

They joined the siege against Netherworld Old Ghost.

Netherworld Old Ghost immediately felt the pressure multiply, and the formation laid out by the corpse puppet army was on the verge of collapse.

"Damn it! To make me submit to a Nascent Soul Realm brat like you would be the greatest humiliation!"

"Hmph. Since you refuse to submit, then die!"

Lin Fei could not be bothered to waste words with him and signaled White Bone Divine Lord and Lady Blood Ji with his eyes.

Though both of them were injured, they were still Soul Transformation cultivators, and their attacks could not be underestimated.

Faced with the siege of so many Soul Transformation cultivators, Netherworld Old Ghost's corpse puppet formation ultimately could not hold on.

Boom!

The formation barrier shattered, and Netherworld Old Ghost was surrounded by numerous Blood Demons.

The four Soul Transformation Blood Demons continuously devoured the power of his primordial spirit.

In his fury, he tried to