The Ghost Realm.
From the black hole deep in the void, disordered streaks of black light flew out, transforming into Void Refinement Realm Ghost Generals.
Among the army invading the Spirit Realm this time, the Fusion Realm Ghost Kings were relatively few. The truly numerous forces were the Void Refinement Realm Ghost Generals.
The vast army of Ghost Generals stretched through the black hole like a long serpent. Thus, when they began retreating, the first to return to the Ghost Realm were those at the very rear of the serpentine formation.
"What happened? Why has the entire vanguard turned back?"
At the sight of the Ghost Generals fleeing back to the Ghost Realm in panic, the Nether Venerable atop the platform frowned slightly. A trace of surprise disturbed his expression, which had been as still as an ancient well.
He immediately reached out and made a grasping motion through the air.
A surge of immense underworld power shot out, seizing a Ghost General from afar and dragging him before the platform.
The Ghost General's limbs dangled in the air, his ghostly aura trembling violently. Terrified, he kowtowed repeatedly.
"Speak! What exactly happened over in the Spirit Realm? Why has the army of Ghost Kings routed before the battle even began?" The Nether Venerable's low voice carried the pressure of the Mahayana Realm, crushing the Ghost General until his spectral body nearly fell apart.
This Ghost General had been hiding at the rear to begin with and could see nothing ahead. He had only been told by the Ghost Generals in front to flee back to the Ghost Realm, so he had desperately fled without understanding why.
"Reporting to Lord Nether Venerable, the other Ghost Generals told me to retreat. I don't know what trouble arose up front!"
The Ghost General