At once, the Ghost Kings and Ghost Generals each took their assigned positions, channeling their ghost power to link with the underground formation foundations and control the peerless grand formation connecting the two realms with all their strength.
For a time, black light surged from the entire formation, and countless netherworld runes rose into the air, densely covering the surrounding void.
Thick spatial barriers overlapped layer upon layer, completely enclosing the central platform and sealing every spatial passage in all directions. They formed an airtight cage, trapping the sleeping Little Four firmly at the formation's heart.
Once all this was done, the grand formation stabilized completely, without the slightest gap left in its defenses.
The Nether Venerable surveyed the others and said calmly, "Our campaign met with failure, and we encountered that bizarre, ferocious beast. You have all toiled for days; thank you for your efforts. If there is no other urgent business, you may all withdraw and rest."
"We obey!"
The ghosts bowed in unison.
The next moment, the Nether Venerable's figure turned into a wisp of shadowy black mist and silently dissolved into the void, departing unseen.
After the Nether Venerable left, the tense atmosphere finally relaxed. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the Ghost Kings could not help voicing their frustrations and complaints.
"Who could have imagined that our invasion of the Spirit Realm would stumble right out of the gate? The formation consumed countless resources, and we finally managed to open a passage between the two realms, only to lose four Body Integration Ghost Kings before we even set foot on Cold Light Province's soil. What rotten luck!"
"Exactly! This beast is practically the bane of our Ghost Realm. Its divine abilities are so utterly bizarre that there's no way to fight back."
"The greatest loss is this