623: Chapter: Haunted Forest, Besieged by the Ghost King

"Rumble!"

In the locations of the various Life Forbidden Zones, as the heavens and earth roared, their boundaries began to slowly expand.

Waves of deathly silence began to spread, as if to swallow all life.

"Hahahahaha, finally, our era has finally arrived!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"My lads, prepare yourselves, kill all living beings!"

Roars came from the various Life Forbidden Zones, sending chills down one's spine.

In a certain dark and gloomy forest, an unprecedented fierce battle was currently taking place.

The battle was in full swing, but both sides on the field exuded a cold aura, and the losers were swallowed before they could even let out a miserable wail.

In the center of the battlefield, several figures stood proudly between heaven and earth, each exuding terrifying auras.

But they were clearly divided into two groups, confronting each other, with killing intent filling the air.

"Hahahahaha, Nether King, now that the Forbidden Zones are unsealed, my Ghostly Forest will continue to expand, and the world will submit at our feet!"

Suddenly, among the previously calm crowd, some people seemed to be drawn by something, raising their heads one after another and looking towards the sky.

Their expressions varied, some laughed wildly, some were expressionless, and some revealed sinister smiles.

These people wore different clothes. Some wore bright red robes, as if they wanted to dye the entire world red.

Some wore green robes, looking refined and graceful, like ancient scholars.

Others held two huge butcher knives in their hands, which exuded a nauseating smell of blood.

Even more so, some were clad in battle armor, majestic and imposing, like ancient generals, riding on skeleton warhorses whose eyes glowed with a cold light, making people shudder.

These people were the various Ghost Kings within the Inner Perimeter of the Ghostly Forest. Each of them possessed unique auras and abilities, and they were the overlords of this forest.

And at this moment, opposite them stood a young man, who was Baili Ziyuan, who had come here for training.

At this moment, he did not hide his face. His long, snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his grayish-white eyes emitted a faint, eerie light that made people tremble.

Two pairs of grayish-black wings were on his back. The wings seemed to be composed of energy, appearing illusory yet truly existing.

The existence in the center of the wings, which resembled a ghost face, became increasingly lifelike. As the wings flapped, the four ghost faces on the wings seemed to come alive, giving one a creepy feeling.

Baili Ziyuan stood steadily, tightly gripping the pitch-black death scythe in his hand. The blade of the scythe gleamed with a cold, eerie light, as if it could cut through all Souls.

Beside him stood Mo Xuan and Xia Yu, the two great Ghost Generals, respectfully. Their figures were tall and straight, and their eyes revealed determination and loyalty.

Surrounded by numerous Ghost Generals, these Ghost Generals all had stern expressions and exuded a chilling ghostly aura.

At this moment, facing the provocation of the surrounding Ghost Kings, Baili Ziyuan's heart sank slightly; it was a keen perception of the severity of the situation.

However, there was no trace of fear on his face; instead, he showed an fearless resolve.

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over the menacing Ghost Kings around him, and a faint cold smile even hung at the corner of his mouth.

During this period, Baili Ziyuan had been like a tireless hunter, constantly hunting wandering Souls in every corner of the Ghostly Forest.

After a long period of hunting, the wandering Souls in the outer perimeter of the Ghostly Forest were almost completely devoured by him.

Although this process took a lot of time, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds because of it.

Every time he devoured tens of thousands of wandering Souls, he could feel a new power integrating into his body, as if his Soul was constantly being tempered.

Finally, after accumulating enough power, Baili Ziyuan led his army straight to the Inner Perimeter of the Ghostly Forest.

The moment he stepped into the Inner Perimeter, he felt an aura several times stronger than the outer perimeter rushing towards him.

The wandering Souls here were significantly stronger, and what surprised him even more was the appearance of terrifyingly powerful Ghost Kings.

These Ghost Kings, like the overlords of this gloomy place, divided the Inner Perimeter of the Ghostly Forest into numerous territories, each exuding a powerful and unique aura.

Baili Ziyuan was not intimidated by the strength of these Ghost Kings. After cleverly interfering with the actions of the Ghost Kings several times, he finally found an opportunity.

With his keen insight and powerful strength, he successively engaged in thrilling battles with two Ghost Kings.

After a fierce confrontation, he finally succeeded in annihilating these two Ghost Kings.

These two victories further enhanced his strength, but they also completely enraged the other Ghost Kings within the Ghostly Forest.

Thus, the current scene unfolded.

All the Ghost Kings, bringing their countless wandering Souls, like a surging grayish-white tide, completely surrounded Baili Ziyuan and the more than 100,000 Ghost Army he had accumulated during this time.

Those wandering Souls emitted chilling roars, as if they wanted to completely devour Baili Ziyuan and his Ghost Army.

"Hmph, stubborn and unrepentant. Now in this Ghostly Forest, you can call out to the sky but get no response, and call out to the earth but get no response."

A hint of disdain flashed across the red-robed Ghost King's beautiful face. She tilted her head slightly, and her gaze towards Baili Ziyuan was full of greed, wishing she could swallow him alive.

Her voice was clear yet carried a hint of viciousness, echoing in the gloomy forest.

"Although your army is powerful, it has already consumed thirty percent, and even you are trapped by us. What can you use to turn the tide next?"

This was indeed the case. Baili Ziyuan had always harbored the idea of devouring these Ghost Kings, wanting to become stronger by devouring their power.

And why wouldn't these Ghost Kings want to devour him?

They coveted the power within Baili Ziyuan, eager to devour him to help themselves transform.

Now, both sides had reached a point of no return.

"Is that so? King thinks not necessarily!"

Baili Ziyuan responded coldly, his voice low and majestic.

The next moment, his eyes narrowed, and a sharp light flashed in his gaze, as if it could pierce through the endless darkness.

A huge portal quickly condensed above and behind him. The portal emitted a strange light, and within the light was a mysterious and ancient aura.

An extremely cold aura diffused from the portal, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this coldness, becoming icy and bone-chilling.

All the Ghost Kings looked at the strange portal with astonishment.

Because they actually felt a sense of suppression and coldness from it.

One must know that they were all Ghost Kings. They had always run rampant in this Ghostly Forest, so how could they feel suppressed and cold?

"Playing tricks, go to hell!"