At that moment, the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals advanced slowly toward the Black Clothed Ghost King, carrying all manner of ghostly weapons, blades, and knives. Caution and fear showed on every face.
Although the Black Clothed Ghost King's Ghost Body was close to dissipating, she was still a Ghost King. Her strength was terrifying; the slightest burst of power could slaughter them all.
But they soon noticed that her Ghost Body was growing more and more insubstantial, like a candle guttering in the wind, ready to vanish at any moment.
Their fear disappeared. Greed spread across their faces as each of them longed to devour her power and become the new Ghost King!
Who could have imagined that every Ghost King would fall in this battle?
Feeling her body fade, the Black Clothed Ghost King quietly waited for the end. Then a voice came from far away, drawing closer, and it sounded strangely familiar.
"Qing Yao!"
"Qing Yao!"
The Black Clothed Ghost King froze. A smile appeared on her face. "I remember now. Before I died, I was Yun Qingyao. Lu Ren—he didn't die. Thank goodness. And this is the Fire Spirit Sword!"
She stroked the Fire Spirit Sword that had hung at her waist all this time. Then her Ghost Body dissipated completely, turning into a vast tide of Yin Energy that swept in every direction.
"The Black Clothed Ghost King's power! That's her power!"
"Devour it! I have to devour it!"
The Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals went mad, throwing themselves toward the place where her Ghost Body had vanished.
"Get back!"
Just then, a figure shot in from the side and blocked them all.
Nine Shattered Immortal Marks erupted. Terrifying Shattered Power swept outward, flinging the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals away. Some of the weaker