Chapter 418 - 417: Between Laughter and Conversation, 5 Million Elite Soldiers Turn to Dust

Chapter 418: Chapter 417: Between Laughter and Conversation, 5 Million Elite Soldiers Turn to Dust

King Bian of Bian City was surprised to find the black mist rapidly turning pitch-black, so dark he could barely see his hand in front of his face.

King Bian of Bian City cried out in confusion, "How has the Ghost Emperor’s power become so formidable...?"

But he soon realized something was wrong. He discovered he couldn’t see through the black mist in front of him either; he had become completely and utterly blind.

"Something’s wrong. This is absolutely wrong! All troops, on my command, fall back immediately!" King Bian of Bian City shrieked, but the area around him was dead silent. Not a single person responded.

The hairs on King Bian of Bian City’s arms stood on end.

Just then, a wave of killing intent surged toward him from the side. King Bian of Bian City flew into a rage, raising his great saber and cleaving at his opponent. A deafening explosion erupted, and King Bian of Bian City was sent flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In that final moment, King Bian of Bian City heard a muffled grunt—it was unmistakably King Yama’s voice.

A bitter taste filled King Bian of Bian City’s mouth. ’We’re fighting our own men!’

Just then, another wave of killing intent rushed toward him. King Bian of Bian City hastily shouted:

"King Yama, it’s me!" King Bian of Bian City shrieked. But before the words left his mouth, a long spear howled through the air and plunged straight into his heart.

With a sickening SQUELCH, King Bian of Bian City let out a bloodcurdling scream. The next moment, his body went rigid.

In his final moments, he heard a scornful voice say, "You were exactly who I was trying to kill!"

"Dun... Duncan!" King Bian of Bian City managed to force out the words before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Elsewhere, King Yama was also grievously wounded. Based on the ferocity of that last slash, he already knew who had attacked him.

King Yama cursed, "This damned black mist!"

The words had barely left his mouth when multiple waves of killing intent assailed him. King Yama roared, swung his massive club, and unleashed a wide, sweeping attack!

But all he heard in return was a horrific scream.

"Judge Wei!" King Yama cried out, his face instantly turning pale as a sheet.

’I didn’t kill any of Duncan’s men... I killed my own subordinate!’

King Yama no longer dared to attack recklessly. He shouted, "Everyone, link hands! We need to get out of this Ghostly Realm as fast as possible!"

He then fumbled in the dark until he grabbed a hand. It was ice-cold and unnaturally smooth.

"What in the world is this...?" King Yama muttered in confusion. But the next moment, that hand shot forward and plunged straight into his heart.

"Aargh...!" King Yama let out a piercing scream. His mouth flew open, and he spewed a mouthful of blood. As his life force rapidly faded, he saw a hideous, snarling ghost face in his final moments.

...

The Southern Ghost Emperor soon realized something was wrong. He had somehow lost his connection to the Ghostly Realm.

He could faintly hear screams echoing one after another from within the Ghostly Realm. At the very end, he even heard King Yama’s shriek.

’Not good. Someone has tampered with the Ghostly Realm.’ The Southern Ghost Emperor’s expression changed drastically. Soon, he spotted a woman standing not far away, forming a one-handed seal and chanting softly.

It was Chen Yun’Er.

"You bitch! You’re asking to die!" the Southern Ghost Emperor roared. In a flash, he was in front of Chen Yun’Er, his palm raised to slam down violently on the crown of her head!

But in the next instant, a fist shot out, intercepting his palm.

With a world-shaking BOOM, the Southern Ghost Emperor grunted and staggered backward. He looked up in confusion to see a young man standing in front of Chen Yun’Er, watching him before speaking calmly:

"If you want to touch her, you’ll have to get through me first."

Ye Feng had arrived.

The Southern Ghost Emperor looked at Ye Feng, his eyes turning cold. "Ah, Ye Feng. Excellent. You’re the one I came to capture today. Get over here!"

With that, he charged at Ye Feng, his right hand shooting out to grab him by the throat.

Ye Feng chuckled, raised his right hand, and caught the Emperor’s wrist. With a quick twist—CRACK!—Ye Feng snapped the Southern Ghost Emperor’s wrist.

The Southern Ghost Emperor stared at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You’re only at the peak of Martial Immortal Tier Eight, while I’ve already reached Martial Immortal Tier Nine. How could you possibly hurt me?"

Ye Feng chuckled again. "Who told you I’m at Martial Immortal Tier Eight?"

With that, he tightened his grip, swung the Southern Ghost Emperor into the air, and slammed him violently onto the ground.

There was an earth-shattering boom, followed by a sickening crunch of breaking bones. The Southern Ghost Emperor let out a final, horrifying scream and died, every bone in his body shattered.

Just then, Chen Yun’Er staggered, nearly collapsing. Ye Feng quickly reached out and caught her in his arms.

Chen Yun’Er looked at Ye Feng and managed a weak smile. "Ye Feng, I’m completely spent. It’s time for you to use... that method... to save me, right?"

"Ahem, Third Senior Sister, there’s no need for that!" Ye Feng said with a cough. He then took out the Celestial Master Token and pressed it to Chen Yun’Er’s forehead.

A gentle white mist flowed from the token into Chen Yun’Er’s body, and she recovered almost instantly!

Chen Yun’Er glared at Ye Feng, grinding her teeth. ’Damn it! Why is it suddenly not necessary when it’s my turn?’

Now that the Array was no longer sustained by Chen Yun’Er, the black mist rapidly dissipated.

Further back, the Eastern Ghost Emperor looked on, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

Within the great Array, not a single person was left standing. There was only a field of flowing blood and ghastly white bones piled high as mountains.

The Eastern Ghost Emperor’s heart seized. A full five million soldiers had charged into the great Array just moments ago, and now, they had been completely wiped out.

Five million soldiers! That was half the Underworld’s entire force. How could he possibly explain this to the Great Emperor?

Staring at Duncan and his men on the other side, the Eastern Ghost Emperor’s eyes turned blood-red. "Since you’re all so eager to die," he snarled, "then I will grant your wish!"

With that, he roared, "White Wolf, where are you?!"