Zhou Xun could understand his urgency. After all, he had been trapped here for twenty thousand years; now that he had suddenly heard news that he might be able to leave,
it was only natural for him to get excited.
"What do you plan to do?"
"Of course I'm going back. I only came this time to experience the Netherworld's environment. Now that I've even obtained news about Soul Devouring, this has already exceeded my expectations!"
As he spoke, Zhou Xun turned and walked back.
However, when he returned to where the spatial rift was located, the sight before him made his heart quake—the area around the rift had somehow become surrounded by wave after wave of Netherworld troops,
and at the front of those troops stood several Ghost Kings with formidable auras!
"Not good, I've been exposed!"
Zhou Xun inwardly cried out in alarm. When exactly had he revealed his whereabouts?
At that moment, the Ghost Tribe captain stepped forward and sneered.
"Who exactly are you? Why are you impersonating my grandfather?!"
The Ghost Tribe captain's furious roar boomed like thunder. Zhou Xun's heart shook violently. He had never imagined that the Yaksha Ghost King appearance he had casually taken on would actually be blood-related to this Ghost Tribe captain!
How could he avoid being exposed when he had come before him yet failed to recognize him?
Zhou Xun could only consider himself unlucky. With such a coincidence, what else could he do?
He immediately communicated with the Bloodfiend Forefather.
"Senior, I'm afraid I'll need your help again!"
"No matter. A few mere ghosts are beneath this old man's notice!"
As he spoke, blood light flashed, and the Bloodfiend Forefather appeared beside Zhou Xun.
At the same time, Ghost Qi surged all around them as several Ghost Kings simultaneously