921 Each with their own agenda

The golden drizzle lasted for several tens of minutes before gradually stopping.

"Quickly, charge in and destroy the city lord's soul. But do not harm his physical body!"

A powerful voice rang out, and a ghost emperor, as solid as a real person, roared and commanded.

The other ghost kings and the ghost emperor, though resentful, dared not disobey in the slightest.

This is the suppressive power emanating from the soul.

The closer we are, the stronger the suppression becomes; today's situation is one of unavoidable circumstances.

Otherwise, the Ghost King and the Ghost Emperor would always be far apart!

Tian Zhiwan had just seen the Ghost King approaching and hadn't noticed many changes yet, so she didn't think too much about it!

As usual in battle, he donned a bright red thorny battle robe, which served as armor, and began to slay with his sword.

One careless move and they found themselves surrounded and attacked.

Fortunately, seeing that Tian Zhiwan was at a disadvantage, these ghost kings fell into internal chaos.

Everyone wanted to take their place, so they started fighting each other.

Without the support of Yin energy, the Ghost King's Yin energy was like a palm strike or a sword, and dust flew everywhere.

However, the more one uses it, the less yin energy one has in their body. Several ghost kings used too much yin energy, causing it to shrink drastically.

He was quickly ambushed from behind by the Ghost King beside him, and the others took the opportunity to surround and kill him, devouring him.

After most of them died, the remaining Ghost Kings did not continue fighting.

They stopped as if by unspoken agreement or out of fear.

Tianzhi Wan took the opportunity to escape back.

The city of thorns seems to absorb the power of yin energy, so I settled down here after arriving.

The thorn flowers that bloom are also unusually bright and normal.

Plants have incredibly strong vitality!

Tian Zhiwan showed no fear, as if she had exhausted her strength.

Her face was like a newly blossoming plum blossom in the cold winter, a unique red and vibrant color, yet also poignant and beautiful.

The thorns and flowers all around seemed to be withering, contributing their strong vitality to Tian Zhiwan.

Tian Zhiwan's face became even more flushed, her eyes slightly red, exuding a bewitching charm.

It seems that something is being remembered, and a sense of longing and reluctance arises involuntarily.

Outside the city, the Ghost King and Ghost Emperor watched as the Yin energy before them vanished completely.

Like a snake shedding its molted skin, each layer disappears, and each layer represents a former ghost.

The aura gradually weakened, like a desert in broad daylight where no yin energy existed.

Even the Ghost King and Ghost Emperor could not hold out for long unless they left this place.

Alternatively, one could devour the city lord before them, seize his body, and thus avoid the crisis of the disappearance of Yin energy.

The Ghost Emperor's expression flickered as he pondered whether to leave this place and hide in the shadows to eke out a living.

Alternatively, one could possess the body of the city's lord and thus avoid being hunted down by outsiders or powerful figures.

The long-standing memories instilled fear in the Ghost Emperor, yet also fueled his arrogance and haughtiness as he roamed the underworld.

The strange power just now, like the source power generated by the underworld, left the Ghost Emperor with no way to resist.

Such anger was unacceptable to the Ghost Emperor, only fueling his rage.

[I am the Ghost Emperor, how can I hide in such a sorry state!]

It's just like when we were human, our dignity was trampled on, and our anger surged like a raging tide, twisting our faces!

A frenzied slaughter ensued, his crimson eyes flashing with resentful humiliation.

He growled, "No!"

A ghostly aura surged, and a low, menacing roar, its fangs slightly bared, proclaimed, "Take this city, and I will lead you back to the land of Yin!"

Upon returning to the land of Yin energy, the Ghost Emperor and Ghost King felt a surge of excitement.

'Your Majesty, may I ask if you truly can lead us back to the Land of Yin Energy?'

A scarlet ghost king, with a split mouth and a body that seemed about to burst open, asked in a low, questioning voice.

The Ghost Emperor's expression turned cold, seemingly extremely unwilling, and he snorted in a low, cold voice, "I keep my word!"