It was everyone's first fucking time being a ghost. Who was afraid of whom?
Especially since their strength had already been reset to zero. Being supposedly strong only meant having slightly denser ghostly energy.
They had nothing-no armor, no weapons-and started fighting bare-handed.
Sure enough, life lay in movement. The Human Race never settled down, no matter where they went.
Apart from being unable to produce members of the Ghost Race, all of the Ghost City's other functions were active.
Training grounds, barracks, workshops, residences, warehouses, smithies, dining halls, and the Ghost King Hall.
Like an ancient city, it had everything anyone could need, with a full range of functions.
As more and more ghosts rushed into the city, the whole place descended into chaos.
Zhang Yang frowned slightly. This would not do.
The Underworld was extremely important, the most crucial link in the cycle of life on Blue Star.
Its various posts could not be seized based on individual martial strength.
If a ghost king guilty of every evil became the King of Hell and judged souls according to his personal whims, wouldn't the world be thrown into chaos?
It did not matter much for now, but as Fengdu City and the Netherworld opened up, a great many posts would emerge. How would their occupants be selected?
This concerned the cycle of heaven and earth, as well as Blue Star's future development.
Damn the Ghost Race.
The Ghost Race could not take all the blame, either. This was an enormous opportunity that would greatly enhance Blue Star's combat strength.
Dead beings could cultivate in the Underworld, too. Those Yin Soldiers, Yin Generals, and heads of the various departments would all possess outstanding combat strength.
Selection for posts in the Netherworld, as well as future posts in the Heavenly Court,