As Qin Ming expected.
After several waves of harassment from low-tier ghosts and demons.
The direction of Little Turtle Peak finally welcome formidable opponents.
A force composed of thousands of underworld ghosts, led by an early-stage Void Refining Ghost Rakshasa, surged toward the East Bamboo Mountain Range at lightning speed.
"Lord Evil Ghost-faced Monarch, why are we breaking through in this direction? Could it be that Elder Che has arranged something special?"
A Divinity Transformation Stage ghost cultivator, flapping the four pairs of bone wings on his back, asked the pale-faced, black-robed youth leading the way.
"Hmph! What's the point of being cannon fodder for Old Ghost Che in the siege?"
"Others might not know what that old guy is planning, but I am crystal clear about it."
"He simply calculated that the Sacred Artifact is most likely inside Celestial Star City, and thus agreed to the conditions set by the Demon-Monster Races."
