"You belong to the Netherworld Sect. Why are you here?"
Hu Lao recognized her origins from that peculiar aura of yin baleful qi, and surprise crossed his face.
He had never expected Ye Lianyi to appear here.
Ye Lianyi said, "We came to help Lord Bashan. We failed to catch the Leopard Race expert, but you walked right into our net."
"Hu Lao, how are you?" Zi Lian rushed over anxiously, intending to help him up, only for Ye Lianyi to wave a hand and block her with an invisible force.
"He was struck by our Ye Family's secret Red Lotus Karmic Fire. He has no strength left to resist. Don't worry, he'll soon join you. Perhaps you couldn't be together in the world of the living, but in death, you can be a pair of mandarin ducks sharing the same fate."
"What exactly do you want?" Hu Lao asked with difficulty, clutching his chest.
Ye Lianyi said, "To help Lord Bashan refine you into Chang Ghosts to serve him, of course."
Hu Lao shuddered violently at her words.
He seemed to recall hearing that Lord Bashan had targeted Yinwu in order to devour his divine soul and refine him into a Chang Ghost as well.
Had the Netherworld Sect been inciting all this from behind the scenes?
"Damn you!" Zi Lian glared furiously and tried to break free of the binding spell, but soon discovered, to her dismay, that she could not.
An expert of the Tiger Race had placed it on her. Though Lord Bashan had not done it himself, it was still not something a Demon King like her could escape in a short time.
To heap snow upon the frost, Yu Kai arrived.
He had been close on their heels to begin with, and this delay