(This was Chapter Eleven. I made a mistake on my phone...)
At those words, Ghost King Qibi and Ghost King Lunan exchanged a glance and fell into a panic.
Last time, millions of Heavenly Soldiers and hundreds of thousands of War God Soldiers had ridden dozens of Nine Heavens Li Fire Clouds and swept away dozens of Wilds factions like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves.
Some of those factions had been powerful. Their strength back then had been no less than Skyless Mountain's was now.
Yet under the Heavenly Soldiers' assault, they had been wiped clean without the slightest chance to fight back. The two ghost kings had seen it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears.
Now, hearing that the Heavenly Soldiers had returned—and were coming for Skyless Mountain—both ghost kings felt a chill pierce their hearts.
Ghost King Lunan, who had just been complaining that they should never have sided with Tang Changsheng, flung those petty thoughts beyond the Nine Heavens. "Are you sure you saw them right? We're under True Person Tang of Cloudtail Mountain!"
The scout looked terrified, on the verge of tears. "I saw them clearly! It isn't just War God Soldiers coming to kill us. There are Yellow Turban Strongmen from the Heavenly Court too!"
"What?" Ghost King Qibi and Ghost King Lunan nearly burst into tears themselves.
The War God Soldiers were elite troops of the Heavenly Court at the Illusory Spirit Tier. The Yellow Turban Strongmen were said to be at the Yin Spirit Level. Both were the elite of the elite...
Skyless Mountain was just one small, unremarkable faction. What had it done to merit such attention from the Heavenly Court?
Could the Heavenly Court have learned of the few dissatisfied words they had spoken about