Ghosts of the Disaster Soul Tier

The attack motions of the two century-old White Zombies came to an abrupt halt because of Dream Origin.

Dream Origin made them "see" a Corpse King of the Disaster Tier.

The Corpse King ordered them to remain where they stood.

Though they did not understand why the Corpse King had given such an order.

They still followed the Corpse King's command and stood in place.

Seizing this opportunity!

Xin Yang did not waste even a second.

He directly activated the ghost skill Skinning...

Sha Qi coiled around his hands. Xin Yang curled both hands into claws and lunged for the necks of the two century-old White Zombies.

When his hands, empowered by the ghost skill, touched the necks of the two century-old White Zombies, the rotten flesh on their necks began to fall away.

The century-old White Zombies also woke from Dream Origin.

But it was all for nothing!

Xin Yang's physical abilities had already improved somewhat, thanks to the Candy-Buying Ghost, the Skinned Ghost, and the "contributions" of these two zombies.

He clamped down hard on the necks of the two century-old White Zombies.

No matter how they attacked him, he refused to let go.

Dozens of seconds later, the two zombies collapsed with a thud. Not a shred of rotten flesh remained on their necks. Even their bones had been skinned away by the Skinning ghost skill...

[You have killed Disaster Ghost Tier 1: Century-Old White Zombie]

[You have killed Disaster Ghost Tier 1: Century-Old White Zombie]

"Damn, it reeks!"

Xin Yang leaned against a withered tree to rest.

He looked at the corpse fluid on his hands with utter disgust. It gave off wave after wave of nauseating stench.

He immediately grabbed two handfuls of dirt from the ground and rubbed them over his hands, hoping to temporarily cover up the smell.

Let us turn our gaze elsewhere!

Bright City Park.

At the main peak of the mountains.

A group of people clad in identical black trench coats and black hoods were performing a bizarre sacrificial ritual.

The sacrificial altar was pieced together from the flesh and blood of various creatures.

At the center of the altar sat a bronze coffin...

The people gathered around the coffin.

Their eyes brimmed with fanaticism...

At that moment, a person in a pale red coat spoke.

"Hurry up. Those several hundred Disaster Ghost-tier White Zombies and Disaster Tier zombies at the foot of the mountain can't hold back Bright City's hundred thousand-plus ghost-energy masters."

"The Crow Ghost I released has already scouted several thousand ghost-energy masters arriving at Bright City Park."

"If everyone in Bright City catches on."

"And comes to Bright City Park, the combined spit of every ghost-energy master will be enough to drown us."

After the people surrounding the altar heard the red hood speak,

they began holding hands and chanting incantations under their breath...

The bones and mangled corpses on the altar beneath the bronze coffin began to tremble and writhe.

As the ghost energy in the hands of those black hoods connected with one another,

the corpses on the altar broke apart into streams of viscous flesh and blood that surged into the bronze coffin...

In the blink of an eye!

The enormous flesh-and-blood altar beneath the bronze coffin had been torn apart beyond recognition! Only some utterly shattered bone fragments remained.

All kinds of bone fragments lay scattered around the bronze coffin.

They formed a bizarre pattern...

The red hood burst into deranged laughter.

"Success!"

"Hahahaha."

"Welcome, Corpse King!"

A grayish-white hand reached out from inside the bronze coffin, seized the lid, and violently flung it open!

An aura of cruelty and madness erupted from within the bronze coffin!

Violent ripples of ghost energy howled outward in every direction!

The black hoods around it were swept to the ground by that wave of ghost energy. Only the red hood remained perfectly still.

"Corpse King from the Specter World, thank you for answering our summons."

Inside the bronze coffin, the Corpse King slowly sat up.

An even more terrifying pressure of ghost energy washed forth from its body.

Hatred. Every black hood felt an emotion called hatred. Boundless hatred surged from the Corpse King.

Except for the red hood, every black hood felt as if their heads were splitting apart, as though death would be better than life...

Some of the black hoods even began bleeding from all six orifices and rolling about on the ground.

The Corpse King casually raised a hand. Ghost energy shot forth, and in an instant, every black hood had a finger-sized bloody hole in their skull.

The Corpse King said in a muffled voice,

"Were you the ones who disturbed my slumber?"

"Then I shall send you to meet Death Ancestor..."

The red hood watched it all calmly.

As though the lives and deaths of those black hoods had nothing to do with him!

A look of fearless resolve appeared on the red hood's face, but he then spoke with the same calm expression.

"As long as we summoned you, Corpse King, from the Specter World!"

"Then my mission is complete."

"If the Corpse King wishes to kill me..."

"Then I am willing to return to the embrace of Lord Ghost God."

"In my next life, I will continue dedicating myself to the great Ghost God Cult."

The Corpse King ignored the red hood's words.

It leaped out of the bronze coffin.

The Corpse King landed on the ground outside the bronze coffin.

Boom!

The dirt around it cracked beneath its feet.

Its feet sank into the soil as well.

It paid no heed, speaking coldly.

"Speak. Why exactly did you summon me?"

The red hood was somewhat surprised, but he had no intention of wasting even a moment. He began explaining at a rapid pace.

"Corpse King, I am a Disaster Tier red-robed preacher of the Ghost God Cult."

"The mission assigned to me by the church this time was to awaken you."

The red hood paused before continuing.

"And what you must do is kill every person in Bright City."

The Corpse King heard this and questioned him somewhat angrily.

"Could it be that the strong ones in this city are all fools? My strength is only Disaster Soul Tier 5 at present."

The red hood answered cautiously.

"There are currently no Disaster Soul-tier ghost-energy masters in Bright City."

"The three highest-level people in Bright City are Ghost Energy Guard Commander Zheng Yangrui, a Disaster Tier 10 ghost-energy master."

"Liu Feng, the principal of Bright City No. 1 High School, who is Disaster Tier 9."

"And Wang Hao, president of the Bright City Ghost-Energy Masters Association, who graduated from Nether Soul University this year. His strength is Disaster Tier 7..."

"As for ghost-energy masters rushing over from other cities to provide support, our Ghost God Cult will intercept them. We guarantee that ghost-energy masters above the Disaster Soul Tier will be unable to support Bright City within six hours."

"And all you need to do, Corpse King, is kill people."

After hearing this, the Corpse King could not help nodding. "Even without you saying so, I will do my utmost to kill humans. Ghosts from the Specter World have only one purpose when they come to the human world."

"That is to slaughter every last human..."

The Corpse King's gloomy tone made one's hair stand on end.

"Even if I must ultimately go to meet Death Ancestor, I will not hesitate..."

Then!

The Corpse King shot into the sky, leaping five or six zhang high as it raced toward the residential district at the center of Bright City.

It sensed a dense aura of living humans in that place.

At that moment, every ghost-energy master in Bright City Park sensed the Corpse King's incomparably eerie aura.

At the foot of Bright City Park, the Ghost Energy Guard Commander, the president of the Bright City Ghost-Energy Masters Association, and the principal of Bright City No. 1 High School had just joined forces to kill a Disaster Tier Corpse King. All three immediately felt that something was wrong.

Zheng Yangrui shouted in a voice like thunder,

"All ghost-energy masters in Bright City Park above Disaster Ghost Tier 5, follow us back to the city!"

Before his words had even faded.

The three strongest people in Bright City at that moment.

Rushed back toward the city without pause.

"Damn it..."

"That aura is probably a Disaster Soul-tier ghost."

The somewhat plump principal of Bright City No. 1 High School joked to lighten the mood. "Perfect. It's been years since I really cut loose."

"I was even thinking of heading to a Specter World checkpoint during the New Year to kill some ghosts and work out!"

"And now one has delivered itself right to our door..."

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