"Woooo~~"
A hundred ghosts wept together, wailing and shrieking as though suffering tremendous pain.
The surrounding Yin Qi grew denser and denser.
Trapped within the Ghost Wall, Jiang Chen could only watch it all unfold.
In the distance, the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect sneered, forming hand seals to accelerate the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation.
"Damn you, how could you treat them like this?"
"Can't you hear them? They're crying! They're crying so miserably..."
After trying twice more and finding he could not escape the Ghost Wall, Jiang Chen stopped. Watching the pitiful-looking ghosts, he clenched his fists, his eyes reddening.
An intense sorrow radiated from him.
There was nothing feigned about this feeling, which surprised even Ghost Maitreya beside him.
"What sincere kindness this young friend possesses. To think someone in the hidebound Nine Provinces would treat ghosts as people, just as I do!"
He pressed his palms together, his face full of compassion. "What a pity. If you weren't standing in the way of our grand plan, I would certainly spare your life."
What he did not know was this.
Jiang Chen's anguish was, of course, sincere.
A great swarm of ghosts was suffering torment that reached deep into their souls, their pale faces twisting and twitching.
If I were the one doing this, how much Ghost Qi would I get?
Unfortunately, he was not.
In his eyes, it was not these ghosts who were crying, but him. All that lovely Ghost Qi of his was being stolen right before his face!
Elder Zhang was the thief!
At that thought.
Jiang Chen stood where he was, his face dark. An extraordinarily powerful killing intent suddenly erupted from him. His clothes stirred without wind, and every demonic eye stared straight ahead.
Cold light flickered along the White