There was indeed no one here, but there were ghosts—and not ordinary ghosts at that.
A Ghost Race member at Emperor Rank.
Gu Yunhe's expression turned exceptionally grim.
Boom, boom! The ground rumbled without end as numerous Ghost Kings burst forth from beneath the earth.
King-Rank fighters would generally not pose much of a threat to him.
But there were simply too many King-Rank Ghost Kings, and on top of that, there was an Emperor-Rank Ghost Emperor.
"It seems things have gotten a little troublesome," Gu Yunhe murmured under his breath.
"But it should still be within our control."
He looked at the Blood Emperor, scrutiny in his eyes. "This is definitely not the Ghost World, yet you are of the Ghost Race. Could it be that some great calamity struck the Ghost World, causing it to collapse and sending you here by accident?"
"Or was the space in the Ghost World thrown into chaos, and you accidentally fell into this place?"
The Blood Emperor sneered. "What? Are you trying to investigate this Emperor's origins?"
"Rest assured, you will get none of the answers you seek from this Emperor."
"Because you are about to become a dead man. I have no interest in saying too much to a dead man!"
"Heh..." Gu Yunhe gave a cold laugh.
"Who will emerge victorious is still anyone's guess."
"If I am not mistaken, your injuries have yet to heal, right?"
"You think you are qualified to fight me?!"
Even as he spoke, Gu Yunhe had already launched an attack on the Blood Emperor, striking first to gain the upper hand.
The Blood Emperor was naturally not injured, much less suffering from unhealed grave wounds, but Gu Yunhe's words were not far from the truth.
Though he was not recovering from severe injuries, he