High above the sky.
The Prefectural City God looked down at the situation below, which had reversed in an instant. Crimson gradually stained his once-clear divine eyes.
Thick, inky-black baleful aura surged from around him, carrying horrifying pressure.
He let out a cold laugh like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, his voice rolling out in waves. "Good. Very good! I always thought I had treated you well, that you would be filled with gratitude. Never did I expect that, over a few glib words and a baseless promise, you would truly dare betray me. Good! Good!!"
Although Lu Chen had won over three thousand ghost soldiers and ghost generals, he had no intention of completely tearing things apart with the Prefectural City God. He cupped his fists and said, "Lord City God, this matter may not be beyond saving. So long as you show mercy and let us leave, I will never forget today's great kindness. Whatever they have, naturally you will have even more. What do you think of this number?"
He held up five fingers.
"Five million?"
"Fifty million!"
The entire venue erupted once more.
The gazes of all the Provincial and County City Gods snapped toward him.
Yet the Prefectural City God's cold smile only grew more vicious. "Boy, do you really think money lets you do whatever you please? Today, a mere mortal like you has made me lose face so thoroughly. Do you think I can still tolerate you?"
Before his words had faded, his body abruptly swelled. Fangs tore through his lips, his skin turned deathly pale, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a terrifying ghost deity over a hundred feet tall!
Mighty pressure swept in all directions like waves crashing against the shore.
Behind him, the