His physical body was no weaker than that of a Tier 4 Middle-Grade demon beast.
At this moment, news of the High-Grade Ghost King setting up an arena also reached the ears of the four deputy commanders.
Deep within the main camp, inside a certain grand hall.
The four deputy commanders sat gathered together. Ever since Netherfiend True Lord had stepped down due to seclusion, Golden Jiao King of the Demon Race had taken over his position.
The other three were:
The First Elder of the Luo Yang Immortal Sect, True Lord Yan Yang, who also ranked second on the battle merit list, second only to Netherfiend True Lord.
Grandmaster Wu Xin of Prajna Temple, likewise ranked third on the battle merit list.
And Prince of Xiping of the Great Jin Dynasty.
These four were the current four deputy commanders. When the Jin Dynasty's ancestor was absent, the entire main camp fell under their jurisdiction.
"Now that the High-Grade Ghost King has set up an arena, tell me, everyone, how should we respond?" Prince of Xiping, Ji Zhen, asked.
A fierce glint flashed through Golden Jiao King's eyes:
"That fellow Bai Yuan underestimated his enemy and advanced rashly, losing his Dharma body."
"In my opinion, we should gather the Nascent Soul Cultivators and swarm him. No matter how strong he is, as long as he isn't in Spirit Transformation, a sea of people can eventually wear the Nine Nether King to death!"
He slammed his palm heavily onto the table, and spiderweb cracks instantly spread across the azure jade surface.
"No." True Lord Yan Yang stroked his crimson beard and shook his head. The crimson flame-shaped Natal Treasure in his sleeve radiated faint heat.
"Since the Nine Nether King dared to establish an arena alone, he must have something to