416: Dog Bone Ghost Lord

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The sound of the army advancing was like thunder, shaking the earth.

“The Netherworld Dynasty will surely become the Dominator of this heavenly realm!”

A Ghost General at Dao Severing Perfection raised his decaying long spear, his voice filled with endless majesty and killing intent.

Behind him, countless Nether Soldiers shouted in unison, their Nether Qi soaring to the sky, as if to dye the entire world a ghostly green.

“This… How is this possible?!”

A Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) Elder stood on the city wall, looking at the Nether Soldiers surging like a tide in the distance, his eyes filled with despair.

He could hardly believe that his Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) had ruled the Dao Province for so long, yet in front of the Netherworld Dynasty’s army, they appeared so vulnerable.

“The Netherworld Dynasty… Where exactly did they come from?”

Another Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) Elder murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with endless fear and unwillingness.

“Kill! Leave no one alive!”

The commander of the Netherworld army, a powerful expert at Dao Severing Perfection, stood at a high vantage point, his voice cold and majestic.

His eyes flickered with ghostly green flames, like an envoy from Hell, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The Clan Chief of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) stood on the city wall, his face ashen.

His eyes were filled with despair, but he still trembled as he said to his clansmen beside him, “Hold on! The Rotten Bone Clan will surely come to save us!”

However, before he could finish his sentence, the city wall was breached by the Nether Soldiers, and countless Nether Soldiers poured into the city, commencing a merciless slaughter.

Just at this critical moment, a chilling laugh came from the distance.

“Heh heh, Netherworld Dynasty, what audacity!”

Quan Gu arrived at Ghost Spirit Dao Province with a group of his trusted subordinates, just in time to see the Netherworld army attacking the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race).

A flicker of anger crossed his eyes, and the ghostly green flames in them pulsated violently.

“The Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) are vassals of my Rotten Bone Clan. How dare you lay hands on them? You clearly don’t regard my Clan, you deserve to die!”

Quan Gu’s voice was as bone-chilling as a cold wind, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by several degrees.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and waved, and a dark bone claw appeared out of thin air, fiercely grabbing towards the Netherworld army.

“Boom—”

Wherever the bone claw passed, the Nether Soldiers were torn apart like paper, suffering heavy casualties instantly.

Seeing this scene, the warriors of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) instantly rekindled their hope.

“It’s Elder Quan Gu of the Rotten Bone Clan! We are saved!”

The Clan Chief of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) shouted excitedly, his voice filled with endless gratitude.

“Many thanks to Elder Quan Gu for coming to our rescue! The Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) will never forget your kindness for all eternity!”

Quan Gu didn’t pay attention to the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) Clan Chief’s gratitude. Instead, he sneered and looked coldly at the commander of the Netherworld army.

“A mere Netherworld Dynasty, daring to act presumptuously on my Rotten Bone Clan’s territory? Today, I will ensure none of you return!”

The commander of the Netherworld army’s face darkened, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Rotten Bone Clan? Hmph, just a bunch of decaying bones! Just wait! It won’t be long before my Imperial Dynasty’s army invades Rotten Bone Dao Province and bathes the Rotten Bone Clan in blood!”

“Bastard!”

Upon hearing this, Quan Gu’s expression turned ugly, then he became furious, his tone chilling as he said, “Courting death, a mere Dao Severing ant, die for this Saint Ming!”

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a giant palm suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sun and moon, exuding endless pressure.

“What?!”

Quan Gu’s face changed drastically. Before he could react, he was grabbed by the large hand.

His followers were not spared either, all of them enveloped by the large hand.

“No—!”

Quan Gu screamed in terror, his voice filled with endless fear.

He struggled desperately, but the power of that large hand was too terrifying, something he simply couldn’t contend with.

Soon, he and his followers were taken away by the large hand.

“Elder!!!”

Seeing this scene, the Clan Chief of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race)’s eyes were about to split open. They had finally hoped, only to be slapped hard in the face again. Without Quan Gu, their Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) was doomed.

“My Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) is willing to surrender, I am willing to accept all punishments, I only hope the Imperial Dynasty can give my Clan a way to Life!”

The Clan Chief of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) looked at the Imperial Dynasty’s commander, knelt down, and pleaded.

“Pfft!”

“You…”

A long spear pierced through the Clan Chief of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race)’s head. He looked at the Imperial Dynasty’s commander in disbelief, the King-level Netherworld Dao annihilating his Dao Soul.

At the end of his Life, regret flashed in the Clan Chief of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race)’s eyes. How good it would have been if he had chosen to surrender before the army’s conquest, but everything was irreversible.

His momentary thought had caused his branch of the Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) to perish with him.

“Now you know to surrender? What were you doing earlier?”

“Too late!”

The Imperial Dynasty’s commander shook the long spear, flinging his corpse aside.

“Clan Chief!”

“You are so ruthless!”

“Kill him! Avenge the Clan Chief!”

Seeing their Clan Chief killed, many Gui Ling Zu (Ghost Spirit Race) Elders’ eyes were filled with rage, and they charged forward fearlessly.

“Kill!”

The Imperial Dynasty’s commander said with cold eyes.

As his words fell, the remaining Imperial Dynasty’s army pressed forward, commencing a one-sided slaughter… At this moment.

Netherworld Dynasty, Netherworld Sacred Pool!

Quan Gu and his followers were thrown into a mysterious pool. The pool water was as black as ink, exuding a rich Nether Qi.

“Where is this?”

Quan Gu looked around in horror, a premonition of ill omen rising in his heart.

However, before he could react, the mysterious energy in the pool water surged wildly into his body.

“Ah—!”

Quan Gu let out a painful roar, but soon, his voice abruptly stopped, because he discovered that his cultivation had actually loosened at this moment!

“This… Is this an Opportunity?!”

A trace of ecstasy flashed in Quan Gu’s eyes. His original fear was instantly replaced by excitement. He frantically absorbed the energy in the pool water, and his cultivation improved at a visible rate.

However, his joy did not last long.

Soon, he felt that the mysterious energy was tampering with his consciousness.

“No… No! What is this?!”

Quan Gu discovered in horror that his memories were being eroded by a mysterious force. A strange memory, as if from another world, appeared in his mind.

“Yin Court… Ghost Lord…”

“Who am I? I am Yin Court Ghost Lord!”

“No! Don’t! I am Quan Gu, Elder Quan Gu of the Rotten Bone Clan, I don’t…”

Even if Quan Gu struggled to resist, under the Netherworld Altar, his resistance was like a ripple that couldn’t stir up any waves.

Soon!

That memory surged into his mind like a tide, completely occupying his main consciousness.

Although he still retained the memories of Elder Quan Gu of the Rotten Bone Clan, at this moment, the identity of “Yin Court Ghost Lord” had become his dominant one.

A moment later, Quan Gu slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm and profound, as if he had become a different person.

At this time, he was covered in a heavy and majestic dark blue armor, with only two clusters of dark blue ghostly flames exposed in his vision.

This was the mark of a Ghost Lord!

Ghost Soldiers below the Supreme Great Emperor level only had ghostly green armor and ghostly flames; while pale white represented nothingness and coldness, it was the mark of a Supreme Great Emperor-level Ghost General; blood red represented killing and bloodiness, which was the mark of a Ghost General; and dark blue represented mystery and profundity, fitting the identity of a Ghost Lord.