The Undying Ancient Tree, Abyssal Summoning, a God King Like a Dragon Rending the Firmament!

Rumble!

"Human... you deserve to die!"

The Ghost King Tree let out an agonized roar.

His voice was ancient and venomous, like an evil ghost from the previous epoch uttering a curse.

His cleaved trunk forcibly knitted itself back together amid an eerie green glow.

Although his aura had weakened, his savage malice grew fiercer than ever.

"I am the guardian of the Burial Land, bearing the resentment of countless ages! How could you kill me so easily?"

"Today, I shall show you what true... Abyssal Summoning means!"

As the Ghost King Tree howled, its countless withered branches suddenly began thrashing wildly.

Each branch seemed to be tracing some ancient, evil rune.

Crack! Crack!

Vast swaths of space collapsed, revealing an ink-black subspace beyond.

Suffocating fluctuations of imperial dao law poured out through the fissure.

"With my origin, I offer sacrifice to the primordial beginning! Awaken, slumbering warrior spirits, and heed my command—rise!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four successive thunderous crashes shook the entire Ghostwood Forest.

Within the fissure appeared four coffins, long since decayed.

The ancient coffins, even coated in green verdigris, were dragged out by thick roots.

Their lids flew open.

Four terrifying figures slowly sat up.

The first wore shattered golden battle armor and held a broken War Glaive.

Although only half his head remained, his brutal battlefield aura was enough to chill a true god's heart.

The second was a transformed Primordial Ferocious Beast, its flesh long since withered.

Yet its claws still gleamed coldly, radiating the fluctuations of the God King Sixth Heaven.

The third was wreathed in gray plague energy that corroded even space wherever it passed.

The fourth was the most mysterious: a headless corpse with nipples for eyes and a navel for a mouth.

It held a battered bone shield, and although