Red-Rumped Ghost Apes and the White Tiger Army Soul! (Please Vote for Monthly Tickets)

In the underground basin, dark red mist pooled in the low ground like thick blood.

An Ancient Peach Tree of almost unnatural size had rooted itself in heaps of white bones. Its trunk was a lifeless gray-black, its bark cracked like peeling dragon scales.

Yet nine enormous Spirit Peaches hung at the top of its death-ridden crown.

The peaches were crystalline, white tinged with red. Wisps of clear qi flowed across their skins, releasing a fragrance that could drive any living creature mad. It was pure vitality, transformed by forcibly drawing in the Death Qi of all things.

"Bao Huan, are you sure you don't need help?"

Beneath the Ancient Peach Tree stood a figure as imposing as a mountain.

Nearly thirty feet tall, he had broad shoulders and a thick back. Rather than hunching like an ordinary beast, he stood ramrod straight, radiating a defiance that seemed ready to challenge the heavens.

A pair of horns thrust skyward from his forehead, wreathed in intertwined blue and crimson flames.

His mane was no ordinary black fur, but burning gold. Every strand curled like a torch flame and fell wildly across his broad shoulders.

Sun Tianqing, a Ghost Ape of the Red-Rumped Ghost King Clan.

Sun Tianqing narrowed his red-gold slit pupils. His mouth spread into a cruel, feverish grin, revealing interlocking rows of sharp white fangs.

He wore dark nether armor, but his knotted muscles were so massive they had forced cracks through the plates.

Through those gaps surged red-gold patterns of karmic fire, as though molten lava, not blood, ran through his veins.

Heavy black-iron war boots covered his feet. Even without exerting force, each step across the bone-strewn ground left a charred mark smoldering with embers.

At that moment, an eyeball lay motionless in Sun Tianqing's open palm.