Zhou Yuanhao stood expressionlessly at the border of the Immortal-Ghost Battlefield, the aura he radiated roughly the same as when he had faced many enemies alone before.
"This man is very strange," a Ghost Emperor warned cautiously.
"You intend to stop us?" A Ghost Emperor stepped forward, his expression cold and sinister.
"Aren't you afraid we'll fight you to the death?"
Zhou Yuanhao remained unmoved by his words, not the slightest expression on his face.
"Wasn't he in the Ghost World earlier? How did he get here so quickly?" another Ghost Emperor asked, his tone puzzled and grave.
"Don't worry about that. Our Ghost Race's Heaven's Will is at a critical juncture of life and death. We must hurry back."
"Kill our way through!" One of the Ghost Emperors did not merely speak—he acted, charging straight at Zhou Yuanhao.
Zhou Yuanhao watched him rush over, still expressionless and silent. He merely raised one hand, flipped his palm, and pressed it down!
A gigantic palm that blotted out the sky appeared above the Ghost Emperor's head and slammed down viciously.
The Ghost Emperor looked up, and upon sensing that overwhelming aura, his eyes filled with terror.
He wanted to dodge, but a mysterious force bound him in place. He could not move an inch.
He could only take it head-on!
"Get the hell out of my way!" he roared, attacking with all his strength in an attempt to counter Zhou Yuanhao's palm.
The other Ghost Emperors did not stand idly by either. They wanted to save their companion.
But it was too late. Far too late. The Ghost Emperor had already been suppressed beneath Zhou Yuanhao's enormous palm.
Boom! A powerful shockwave swept out and crashed into them, halting their advance. As for their companion, he only let out a single