The Ghost Realm had sent forth an exceedingly unfamiliar figure.
It was a gaunt Ghost King, its entire body shrouded in a layer of grayish-white deathly aura, without the slightest trace of sharpness.
It stood there as though a gust of wind could blow it over.
"Undead Ghost King."
It announced itself in a hoarse voice.
The moment that name was spoken, most of the experts from the four realms revealed disdainful expressions.
"Has the Ghost Realm given up on itself? They sent out something like this?"
"Undead Ghost King? Never even heard of it."
"The Ghost Realm lost all four battles. They've probably smashed the jar because it's already broken."
"Lord Moon-Swallowing Demon Beast King probably won't even need three moves against this thing."
The battle began.
Moon-Swallowing Demon Beast King stood proudly in the arena, its eyes filled with contempt.
"Has the Ghost Realm truly run out of people, sending something like you here to die?"
"Fine. This King does not kill nameless nobodies. Kill yourself."
Undead Ghost King said nothing. It merely slowly raised both hands.
Those skeletal palms were covered in strange gray patterns, every single one flickering with a dim, eerie glow.
"Un... dead..."
Two dry, rasping words emerged from its mouth.
The next moment, the ground across the entire battlefield began to shake violently.
Countless gray formations emerged from beneath the earth, covering an area of hundreds of millions of miles.
Within the formations, deathly aura surged out like a tide. Skeleton after skeleton crawled out of the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they formed an endless army of the undead!
As far as the eye could see, they were packed together in a dense, boundless mass. There was simply no counting how many there were!
"What?!"
Moon-Swallowing Demon Beast King's