Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Ghost King after Ghost King soared into the sky. Their auras were immense, and their numbers were equally staggering.
The so-called eight Ghost Kings from before had actually numbered only seven. One had been forcibly killed by Zi Chen as soon as he entered battle.
Now, things were different. Their numbers had risen to more than ten.
Twelve!
And on the opposing side? Fourteen!
Excluding the three besieging Ji Mingyue, the remaining ten, along with Zi Chen and the others, made fourteen in total.
In terms of numbers, the living held the advantage.
But the Soul-Splitting King was confident, because Mingsha and Fenhái were simply too powerful.
Moreover, behind them, an endless army of the Ghost Race was about to arrive.
They did not fear lacking combat power.
The Destroyers pursuing Zi Chen and the others were all dumbfounded. They could not understand why these undead had suddenly appeared ahead of them.
"What's going on?" someone asked in confusion. Their movements had already slowed. Before understanding the situation, they did not dare rashly advance.
"We must immediately send this information back to the Immortal Realm and let the tower masters decide!" the leader said calmly.
Immediately afterward, someone transmitted the situation here to the Immortal Realm.
"But we cannot let these living beings of the Third Dao Yan Universe escape from our grasp."
"Continue the pursuit!"
Their objective was to destroy the Third Dao Yan Universe. Only after exterminating all living beings could they destroy the Heaven's Will of the Third Dao Yan Universe and complete their mission.
"Kill our way through!" The others had no room for hesitation and continued their pursuit of Zi Chen and the others.
Zi Chen was caught between a rock and a hard place. Charge? Charge in?
He noticed that the