"What exactly is going on?" Ao Xuan voiced his doubts.
"An Empty City Stratagem?" another Imperial Lord Rank asked.
"To guard against a trap."
All three Imperial Lord Ranks suspected that this bizarre situation absolutely concealed some kind of so-called conspiracy.
Only the old man in a straw rain cape recalled what Zhou Yuanhao had said.
"An unforeseen variable. There must be some unforeseen variable within the Ghost World."
"Is this Zhou Yuanhao's backup plan? Or is it the backup plan of our Immortal Realm's Heaven's Will?"
"Either way, I think something has definitely gone wrong with the Ghost Race."
"If that is the case, then I think we should drive straight in and seize vast stretches of Ghost Race territory."
"There is no reason the Ghost Race can invade and occupy the territory of our Immortal Realm while our Immortal Realm can only passively take a beating."
After the old man in the straw rain cape finished speaking, his body suddenly straightened. The straw cape around him began to disperse, revealing a suit of pitch-black armor.
A dense netherworld aura radiated from the armor, seemingly even sharing the same origin as the Ghost Race.
Ao Xuan could not help but look sideways, because this aura seemed somewhat similar to the aura within his body.
It was simply nowhere near as pure as the aura within him.
"I, Cang Yu, in my capacity as the Demon Race's Grand Elder, hereby issue an order: attack the Ghost Race immediately!"
Since they had made their decision, there was no more room for hesitation. Opportunities for military merit vanished in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yuanhao had already given him a warning in advance, and he had witnessed the Ghost Race's bizarre circumstances. Though he had yet to determine the exact cause,