Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
A chill wind swept past, carrying wave after wave of mournful wails.
Hong Xu looked around and pointed at the rift below. "Look."
Flames spewed from the rift. As the Nine-Dragon Carriage flew overhead, they saw ghost creatures burning amid the blazing fire.
There were ghostly humanoids with blue faces, protruding fangs, and pitch-black bodies; there were also strange beasts with four wings on their backs, tiger heads, and serpent bodies.
They struggled and wailed within the flames, only to be gradually swallowed by the fire until nothing remained but wisps of green smoke drifting away.
Hong Xu murmured, "Soul and spirit scattered."
Looking closer, they saw scattered ghosts in black cloaks surrounding those ghost creatures. Not only did they control the flames, but they also did their utmost to stop the creatures from escaping the fire.
"Purgatory... ghost soldiers?"
The youth muttered to himself.
Had the Ghost Domain of Nanyanfu Continent already developed this far?
The ghost soldiers below noticed the gazes from above. A squad flew up and shouted, "What ghosts are you—wait, you're living people?"
In an instant, the ghosts raised Ghost-Crying Clubs and Soul-Summoning Banners, surrounding the carriage.
The nine black dragons pulling the carriage seemed impatient. One of them opened its jaws, ready to charge out.
Hong Xu hurriedly took out the Dragon-Beating Whip. "Behave yourself!"
The black dragons were transformed from the Devil Lord's flesh and blood, savage beyond measure. Only after Hong Xu lashed them more than ten times in succession did they finally settle down.
Heng Hua straightened in his seat and said evenly, "Go report that Walker Sun, master of the Youxuan Devil Palace, has come to pay Madam Yun a visit."
"You wish to see Madam Yun?"
"Youxuan Devil Palace? Never heard of it."
Several ghost soldiers