Just as Qin Yu had guessed, the Misty Immortal Realm's legions could not possibly consist of only one.
And neither did the Ghost Domain.
This was a region as vast as the Ghost Domain, yet there was no Ghost Race here.
At least, before this spatial gate appeared, there had been no Ghost Race here.
The aura of the Immortal Realm drifted out from within the spatial gate, shaking this continent.
The legions within the underground tombs fully awakened. The first to act was one of their generals.
He opened his tightly shut eyes, and a trace of bewilderment flashed through them.
He stared blankly at the spatial gate for a long while before slowly speaking. "A familiar aura."
"Is the battle of destiny about to begin again?"
Boom! His aura erupted, and frigid ghostly qi swept from his body toward the soldiers under his command.
Shrouded by that powerful ghostly qi, his soldiers rapidly awakened one after another.
Aside from him, all the soldiers under his command wore bewildered expressions.
Their memories had long been eroded by the endless passage of time. They were no longer human; they had become Ghost Race warriors, one after another.
Only their general, along with a few King-Rank experts, retained scattered fragments of memory.
Yet looking upon those fragmented memories was like watching a movie—there was no sense of truly sharing those feelings.
Because they were no longer human.
But they had one destiny.
That was...
War!
A battle against the Immortal Realm beyond the spatial gate in the sky!
A contest between life and death.
It was also the battle of destiny.
The grudges of their previous lives had continued through hundreds of millions of eras. This was their final battle.
"I would like to see just how powerful these so-called Immortal