Ye Changqing immediately flashed to Lin Jinglong's side and said in a low voice, "A powerful expert is about to arrive, we..."

"Don't try to persuade me. If a powerful figure really descends, and you can't handle it, then I will take care of it. It's not your Yunxian Temple's turn."

Lin Jinglong waved his hand impatiently.

It's good that someone has come; it saves him the trouble of making another trip.

Just then, he heard a sinister, hoarse voice in his ear; it was You Jiu, whom he had just met not long ago.

The old man's voice came from afar.

It was from the direction of the manor in the south of the city.

"Lin Jinglong, didn't I warn you not to get involved in Tianbao City's affairs again?"

"You Jiu!"

Lin Jinglong raised his head.

I looked up at the night sky above.

A ghostly figure was staring down at him from above, emanating boundless, chilling ghostly energy. In less than half a day, this person's strength seemed to have increased to another level.

It seems that the vengeful spirits in this city have brought him great benefits, allowing You Jiu's strength to rise steadily.

The overwhelming undead under Youjiu's control.

It has already covered the entire sky.

One of them was an old acquaintance.

It was Hank, the patriarch of the Sirius clan who had died at Lin Jinglong's hands. This werewolf-like undead was also looking down at Lin Jinglong, his eyes filled with resentment.

You Jiu then spoke slowly.

"Hehe, I was originally planning to refine the undead in this city first, but you insisted on coming here to seek your death, so I might as well grant your wish."

"This time, it's neither ten thousand nor one hundred thousand."

"But a million deaths, can you handle that?"

You Jiu suddenly became stern and fierce.