The Netherworld, the killing game! (Bonus chapter for monthly votes, 1200/4538)

"Yes, this was a Ghostman."

At those words, Ma Teng nodded and pointed toward Li Xiang in the distance.

"Li Xiang took him on alone with his tiger and cleaved him apart with his saber."

"What?!"

Even though Liu Yuan had guessed the outcome, hearing Ma Teng confirm it still made his head ring. He felt as though lightning had struck him.

Alone with his tiger?

Cleaved him apart?

He understood every word, so why did they become so unbelievable when strung together?

He looked toward the young man gazing into the distance, his eyes changed.

"What is the Ghost Clan trying to do?" Li Xiang gazed at the sky above Blackwater Ancient Town.

Although it was broad daylight, the black moon representing the Black Sky Lord still hung high overhead. Nor was it motionless: like a bleeding eye, it continually shed moonlight as thick as ink.

The black fluid never reached the ground. Instead, it became countless tentacles in midair, locked in a deadly struggle with the human blood qi and military formation killing intent rising from below.

Rumble!

Even from far away, brilliant flashes could occasionally be seen tearing through the black curtain. Roars rang out like lions and tigers shattering metal, shouting, "Slay Black Heaven!" Every collision shook the veins of the earth.

This battle had dragged on far too long.

By all rights, with several human Grandmasters deployed—even reclusive expert Physiognomy Cultivators like Elder Yin and Yang entering the fray—the outcome should already have been decided.

Yet the situation resembled a chess game trapped in an endless loop. Black and white pieces tangled together, neither side able to swallow the other, leaving everyone to watch helplessly as the board was ground to pieces.

The Black Sky Lord had descended in only an avatar, yet could withstand