The Southern Ghost Emperor did not speak.
Beside him, the Nether Child cupped his fists and said, "Senior, my closest friend, Wu Yun, was taken by the Ghost Phoenix Clan. I need an explanation!"
Wen Tian Old Man was not surprised. In truth, he had already calculated the reason. "This may be difficult to resolve. The Ghost Phoenix Clan belongs to the Upper Heavens, and it is not easy for us to interfere with their decisions."
The Southern Ghost Emperor sneered. "Coward! Can someone like you still be called Overlord-level? You are even afraid of a mere Ghost Phoenix Clan?"
"It is not because of the Ghost Phoenix Clan." Wen Tian Old Man shook his head, with no intention of explaining himself.
The eleven Overlord-level factions had bowed their heads one after another, but it had never been because of the Ghost Phoenix Clan and the Giant Demon Clan. What they truly feared were the Upper Heavens factions that would soon emerge one after another from behind those two clans.
"The Dark World has been peaceful lately. Do you think it will truly remain peaceful forever?"
The Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor was greatly dissatisfied with the Southern Ghost Emperor, who understood nothing. "Once the Upper Heavens factions emerge one after another, the Dark World will not be spared either. Even the name of the Nether Lord will not be able to protect you!"
The Southern Ghost Emperor smiled disdainfully and mocked, "The Dark World has only ghosts who die standing, never people who die kneeling!"
The Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor's gaze darkened. The Southern Ghost Emperor's words were constantly taking veiled jabs at the Lower Heavens. He was truly hateful.
Boom—
The void above the Southern Ghost Emperor's head split open, and an enormous serpent head surged out. It spewed an endless