The Huang Family's hiding place had just been exposed.
Leng Binglong frowned.
"More people?"
The lead male ghost from Black Bamboo Mountain also snorted coldly.
"Who?"
But no one answered. Several figures merely turned and fled from the nearby bushes in the opposite direction of the Great Rift Valley.
At the sight, the ghost cultivators of Black Bamboo Mountain and the Leng Family were both dumbfounded.
They had never imagined that, besides themselves, there were other living people hiding here.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, a young man from the Leng Family spoke.
"Uncle, could the Soul-Devouring Wheel be on them?"
After all, they had found no one when they arrived. Now that several people had suddenly appeared, they naturally assumed the Soul-Devouring Wheel was with the Huang Family.
Leng Binglong found that reasonable as well.
Their group had left Yellow Springs Valley for the Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Wheel.
They had not come to fight these ghost cultivators from Black Bamboo Mountain. That would have been meaningless.
Leng Binglong immediately said,
"Chase them. Don't let them take the Soul-Devouring Wheel."
Upon hearing this, the Leng Family instantly abandoned their fight with the ghost cultivators of Black Bamboo Mountain. They recalled their bonded ghosts one after another, turned, and chased after the Huang Family.
The four ghosts of Black Bamboo Mountain had nearly been beaten into collapse and were already caught between life and death.
Now, the Leng Family suddenly stopped fighting and went after someone else, all while mentioning the "Soul-Devouring Wheel."
The pale-faced male ghost with bloodshot eyes, their leader, immediately understood.
"The evil treasure may be on those people. Forget the Leng Family for now. Control the ghost slaves and seize the evil treasure!"
"Understood, my lord!"
"Ahhh..."
For a moment, the four ghosts of Black