Great Victory! Empty Grief!

"Whoosh!"

With the sound of something tearing through the air, Yu Guanzhi could only watch helplessly as the Black Empress merged into space and vanished.

Once the Black Empress had departed, the various Abyss Legions began to scatter, frantically surging back toward the Blood River God-Slaying Array.

The Ghost Emperor, who had been toying with Qiangu Dongfeng, saw this and his dark green eyes flashed as he let out a low shout.

"Time to bail! Holy Spirit Cult, retreat!"

"Ghost Emperor! Where do you think you're going!"

Seeing the Ghost Emperor attempting to break away and flee, Qiangu Dongfeng's eyes widened, and he swung the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand once more.

Having tangled with the Ghost Emperor for so long, he had realized that this Quasi-God wasn't as formidable as he had imagined.

After all, how strong could a Quasi-God be if they had been locked in a stalemate with him for this long?

If I can keep the Ghost Emperor here, wouldn't that be a massive contribution for our clan?

Qiangu Dongfeng whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

His expression was identical to the one Yu Guanzhi had worn just moments before.

The Ghost Emperor instantly sensed Qiangu Dongfeng's intentions, and his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He had only intended to put on a show for Qiangu Dongfeng, but the man had actually taken it seriously—

However, seeing the powerful soul masters closing in, the Ghost Emperor could only sigh and say, "Brother Qiangu, I never expected that, given our relationship, you would actually turn on me—"

Qiangu Dongfeng merely snorted coldly, swinging his Coiling Dragon Staff with even greater ferocity, causing the air to hum and vibrate.

What brotherhood?

As long as he killed the Ghost Emperor, this cold brotherhood could be transformed into warm,