There was no respite.
When the Ghostmen of the Red-Rumped Ghost Ape Clan at the very front roared their way into the warped spatial rift and stepped onto the banks of the Huangpu River.
What greeted them were countless frenzied Corpse Kings and evil ghosts unleashed by the Ghost Controller Families.
A brutal slaughter erupted in an instant.
This was truly ghost devouring ghost.
Black blood and green corpse poison splashed freely across the riverbank.
A Red-Rumped Ghost Ape thirty feet tall swung an enormous spiked club, smashing a century-old flying zombie into pulp with a single blow. But a moment later, dozens of spiteful hanged ghosts clung to its body like maggots burrowing into bone, tearing its throat open with their sharp claws.
In the sky, the spirit mages of the Black Moon Clan were chanting spells of the Netherworld Realm, only to be dragged into midair by a swarm of red-robed vengeful ghosts that flew out of the Ghost Controllers' bodies. Both sides perished amid frenzied biting and tearing.
The battlefield instantly became a meat grinder.
"Captain, they're fighting up ahead. What do we do?"
Lin Xuanshu watched the hellish carnage ahead. Even as a true disciple of Maoshan, he felt his scalp prickle.
"Follow the troops forward. Pretend to be ordinary corpse ghouls."
Li Xiang calmly issued his orders.
"Don't stop. Whatever you see, don't act. Don't reveal any living person's martial force or Daoist arts."
"Our goal is to slip through this battle zone, find a weak point in the Ghost Controllers' defenses, then look for a chance to tear off our disguises and reveal our identities!"
This was undoubtedly as dangerous as walking a tightrope.
One careless move, and whether the Netherworld ghost army around them discovered they were alive or the Ghost Controllers across