The Ghost King Ranks outside had no idea what had happened.
Mingsha inside was finally coming to his senses as well.
Had Lie Hun set him up?
"Lie Hun wants to monopolize this Living Beings Universe?"
"What is he even thinking?"
Mingsha still found Lie Hun impossible to understand. He did not even dare consider that Lie Hun had already submitted at Qin Luo's feet.
A Ghost Race member and a living being—was that even possible? In his view, the possibility was infinitely close to zero.
Life and death stood opposed. This was carved into the depths of their souls.
"King Mingsha, what do we do?" The other Ghost Kings turned their gazes toward Mingsha and asked.
Mingsha stared fixedly at Qin Luo and gritted out, "Forget all that. Even if this person has not reached the point of running dry, he cannot be far from it."
"Kill him!"
The barriers within this Alternate-Dimension Space were too strong. He felt they could not be broken in a short time, so they might as well resolve the source of the problem and kill Qin Luo.
"Alright!" The other Ghost Kings nodded with solemn expressions.
"The battle begins." Qin Luo spoke for them.
Boom! Boom! Boom! In the darkness, black clouds bore down upon them as one powerful dead soul after another appeared before Mingsha and the others.
When he saw those King-Rank dead souls, Mingsha's expression changed for the first time.
According to their understanding, it was unimaginably difficult for a dead soul to cultivate to King Rank. Unless they had already been King Rank while alive and could retain a tiny fraction of their strength after death.
Yet as time passed, their strength would be depleted, and their intelligence would slowly dissipate as well.
Only by transforming into the Ghost