The great war between the Immortal Realm and the Ghost World began, just as Qin Luo had anticipated.
A two-front war, with both fronts opening simultaneously.
They meant to catch the Immortal Realm completely off guard.
When nine Imperial Lords appeared on the Immortal-Ghost Battlefield, they were like nine Demon Gods. Their massive bodies stood above the battlefield, while beneath them stretched an endless army of the Ghost Race.
The Ghost Emperor Rank commanded, the Ghost King Rank led, and the Ghost Marquis Rank charged.
Their immense auras gathered together, forming an enormous swath of dark clouds.
On the Immortal Realm's side, Zhou Yuanhao and the other two Imperial Lords wore exceptionally grim expressions.
"Nine—nine Imperial Lords! Is the Ghost Race's foundation really this terrifying?"
"Are they trying to fight to the death? Nine Imperial Lords—how are we supposed to fight?"
One of the Imperial Lords had already begun to think of retreating. It was not that he did not want to fight; the truth was, they simply could not fight.
Three against nine was equivalent to one against three.
How could he possibly fight three alone?
Aside from Zhou Yuanhao, the other Imperial Lord was also wavering.
They could not fight. They simply could not fight.
"It seems the Ghost Race wants to settle the fate of the world in a single battle." Zhou Yuanhao's expression was especially solemn.
"Tower Master Zhou, I suggest that we withdraw immediately and retreat into the Immortal Realm to defend it," one Imperial Lord proposed.
Before the other Imperial Lord could echo him, Zhou Yuanhao rejected the suggestion with righteous indignation.
"Impossible!"
"We abandon this natural stronghold, as well as the arrangements our Immortal Realm has made over countless eras, and retreat into the Immortal Realm?"
"Wouldn't that be handing the Immortal Realm's