The Dragon Corpse did not slow down. It was merely rigidly carrying out its master's orders, pursuing and killing that Ghost Emperor Rank.
Since that Ghost Emperor Rank had entered the Human Emperor Banner, it should charge into the Human Emperor Banner and kill him as well.
Lu Yan and the others had also sensed the Dragon Corpse's strength. They detected a dense aura of death from it, but the Dragon Corpse was not one of their kind.
The Dragon Corpse was simply dead, while they were of the Ghost Race.
To a certain extent, they were "reborn from death."
But that was only true in the context of the Ghost Race.
"Has another change occurred?" Lu Yan and the others immediately rushed into the area covered by the Human Emperor Banner. As they looked at the Dragon Corpse, their eyes were filled with worry.
Though they had already submitted at Qin Luo's feet, they were Ghost Race by nature. They still retained a tiny sliver of belonging toward the Ghost Domain or the Ninth Legion.
The Dragon Corpse charged madly toward the Human Emperor Banner. Just as it was about to rush inside, it came to an emergency stop.
A soft laugh rang out.
"You little thing, you're quite the troublemaker."
"From the looks of it, you're not from the Ghost World, are you? In that case, come in and attend this Imperial Lord Rank's wedding."
The Dragon Corpse turned around and charged toward the Ninth Legion Tomb.
"Imperial Lord Rank?" Lu Yan's gaze fell upon the other Ghost Emperor Ranks.
In terms of knowledge, a wild Ghost Emperor Rank like him was far inferior to those three.
After all, the three of them had received relevant memories from their previous lives.
"Imperial Lord Rank?" One of the Ghost