The Ghost Race's Grand Elder's roar left the other Ghost Race elders stunned.
Six Human Race Imperial Lords—those words crashed heavily into their hearts, filling them with disbelief.
Jun Mochen, who had already treated himself as invisible, suddenly raised his head and looked at the Ghost Race's Grand Elder.
Six Human Race Imperial Lords had shaken him as well.
The gloom weighing on him was swept away, and his mood suddenly brightened.
Previously, he had been worried that he would have no opportunity. Now, one had come knocking!
Only as the situation grew more tangled could he continue developing in the cracks, only then could he achieve his goal.
"Grand Elder, what exactly happened?" one Ghost Race elder asked cautiously.
The Ghost Race's Grand Elder ignored the others. He was contacting the other Ghost Race Imperial Lords.
He contacted the Imperial Lord who had just sent the intelligence report, but received no response. A bad feeling rose within him.
When he contacted the other Imperial Lords, Xuan Mo responded.
"We encountered an Immortal Realm ambush. Eight Imperial Lords attacked, and among them was Zhou Yuanhao of the Human Race. He alone suppressed two of our Ghost Race Imperial Lords."
"We were no match for them and could only avoid their edge for now."
"At present, our Ghost Race has already lost one Imperial Lord. As for those other two, their fate is unknown."
Xuan Mo's tone was filled with grief and indignation. He continued, saying that comrades who had fought alongside him for countless years, comrades who had supported one another in the Nether River and journeyed all the way to this point, had simply died like that.
"They should be dead too." Thinking of this, the Ghost Race's Grand Elder felt a chill run through his entire body.
He