No matter what, they were all prepared to sacrifice themselves for the Ghost Soul Race.
Before the powerhouses of this world could react, they moved swiftly, flying off in ten different directions.
As long as we have a window of time to accumulate some dark energy and vengeful spirits, we can open the portal again. The pressure should ease a little then, thought the hunched figure whose body was covered in jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.
Though its body was hunched, it was also enormous. Even the pointed building beside it, which seemed to pierce the sky, was barely taller than its true form.
Before setting off, it uprooted the pitch-black building as well, gripping it in one hand and swinging it a few times as though wielding a weapon.
"I didn't bring any weapons through the portal. This will have to do."
Rumble...
As for the peak in Mist Mountain where the Ghost Soul Sect stood, the Ghost Soul Race powerhouse destroyed it with a few casual moves.
The so-called elders and disciples of the Ghost Soul Sect had no chance to react. They died without even knowing what had happened.
They had only ever been tools for the Ghost Soul Race. Now that they had outlived their usefulness and were the first native beings to witness the Ghost Soul Race powerhouses coming through, they naturally had to be eliminated.
Yang Hao was a clone of the Star Devourer Dragon King. After returning to Mist Mountain, his clones split up in six directions, hoping to find evidence.
The six clones flew on without finding any trace of such supreme powerhouses. However, much of the once-dense mist in Mist Mountain had now been transformed.
The thinned mist consumed divine power differently than before, making it easier for the six clones