Once the formation broke, the entire city was engulfed by endless ghostly beings. The piercing screams echoed through heaven and earth, and in an instant, the city became a living hell.
The underworld powerhouses were torn apart by these terrifying ghostly beings, flesh and blood flying everywhere—a scene that filled the senses with endless terror.
"Hang in there, my master is almost here."
Seeing the city fall, Long Chen shouted, not for anything else, but to trick these five guys into protecting him.
Sure enough, after Long Chen's shout, the five of them swung their divine weapons, frantically slaughtering the ghostly beings.
They still rely on Long Chen's so-called master to save them, so if they want to live, they can't let Long Chen die.
But there were too many ghostly beings, and only two out of five could give their all. The other three, lacking domain power, were quickly bitten and battered by the ghostly beings.
"When will your master arrive? If they don't come soon, everyone will die. A deity couldn't help but roar in anger.
"We're almost there, hold on, just a little bit short." Long Chen held a jade token with a serious demeanor, waving it as he spoke.
This was a teleportation token, but Long Chen didn't dare use it now, because if he did, these guys would immediately take him out.
"Ah..."
A Nether God was bitten off half of his body by a ghostly being with a crocodile-like head, and dragged away. Others wanted to save him, but there were too many ghostly beings and pounced on him in an instant. By the time they reacted, the Nether God had already been torn to pieces and devoured wildly by those beings.
Those ghost path beings who had devoured the flesh of the Nether Gods had their previously shriveled bodies suddenly plump and their auras even stronger.
"No..."
That Nether God was eaten, leaving one of the five people short. The battle circle was torn open, and immediately a second person was dragged away and dismembered by the ghostly realm beings.
They could no longer protect Long Chen. Long Chen had to draw the long blade from his back, fending off the attacks of those ghostly beings while hiding behind the Nether Gods.
The billions of underworld powerhouses in the city had already been devoured by ghostly beings, leaving only Long Chen and the other three barely holding on. Long Chen glanced at the distant spatial rift and realized that at some point, the rift had closed.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Long Chen kicked out, landing squarely on the city lord's buttocks. The old man never dreamed Long Chen would actually attack him. Losing balance, he was instantly dismembered.
"What are you doing... The
other two were shocked. They couldn't understand why Long Chen wanted to harm someone. Just as they were terrified, he was quickly overwhelmed by the boundless ghost path beings.
With that kick, Long Chen was sent flying backward like a meteor. Now, in the entire city, he was the only one left. Below lay endless ghostly beings, all frenziedly attacking Long Chen.
Long Chen stepped into the void, thunder wings appearing behind him, and dashed off into the distance, his long blade suddenly slashing backward.
"Boom!"
The void was torn apart, blade shadows descending for thousands of miles, countless ghostly beings were wiped out, but many powerful ghost beings withstood the attack and continued to pursue.
Long Chen sped ahead, while the ghostly beings behind gathered into a long dragon, relentlessly chasing after him.
"First Form of Heaven Creation!"
Long Chen suddenly turned and shouted, his long blade slashing down on the galaxy. The group of ghost cultivators closest to Long Chen were shattered, killing tens of thousands in one strike.
But this small number was a drop in the bucket for the endless ghost path beings. Still, this strike could temporarily force them back and prevent them from being entangled.
What shocked Long Chen most was that these ghostly beings carried a strange aura. His teleportation token was interfered with and couldn't be activated. Long Chen estimated that he would have to keep a certain distance from them before activating, but these ghostly beings clung to him like a dog's skin plaster, unable to shake him off no matter how hard he tried.
"Wait, I'm not from the Underworld. Why are you chasing me?" Long Chen shouted as he ran.
But these beings from the underworld ignored him completely, chasing him madly. Wherever billions of beings passed, the earth split open, plowing a bottomless trench.
Long Chen's speed was as fast as lightning, but these ghostly beings were no slow either. Some of the winged ghost beings were even faster than Long Chen, and within a few breaths, they had caught up behind him.
With no other choice, Long Chen had to use another strike to split the heavens and resolve the crisis behind his butt, but he soon realized this couldn't go on.
Although he had advanced to the tenth level of the Four Extremes Realm and had abundant divine energy, after unleashing thirty-six consecutive Heaven-Opening Strikes, he felt his divine energy had sharply declined. Meanwhile, the ghostly path army behind him showed no sign of diminishing at all. At this rate, even if his divine energy was depleted, he might not be able to kill even ten percent.
"Damn it, how can I be so unlucky?"
Long Chen cursed angrily. Everything was planned, so how did these damn things suddenly appear?
Long Chen couldn't figure it out. Even if these billions of ghost cultivators were chopped to pieces, would each being get a single grain of powder? These beings were so persistent that not a single one fell behind, showing an unwavering determination to stop until Long Chen was eliminated, making Long Chen's stomach ache.
"Wait, could they be ... They're coming for me, aren't they? As Long Chen ran, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
If it weren't for him, a mere level-four rookie, and not even a being from the Underworld, would he really need these billions of ghost cultivators to chase him so desperately?
"Could it be because of the Ghost Dao mark? Wait, if it's a ghost path mark, everyone is in cahoots, so why kill each other? Long
Chen's long blade slashed relentlessly, leaving countless bones along the way, but these ghostly beings persisted, not a single one gave up.
"This won't do. We have to take a risk." Long Chen took a deep breath, his eyes resolute. Gritting his teeth, he charged in one direction with all his might.
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Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue rushed to the agreed city with their men at full speed, only to be stunned by the scene before them.
The entire city had become a wasteland, bloodstains everywhere, and the stench of blood was overwhelming, making people sick.
Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue rushed to the city wall, seeing several weapons of the Underworld God, but the inscriptions on them had long since dimmed and shattered, proving that the owner of the divine weapons was dead.
"Oh no, something big has happened. This place has been attacked by demon path hunters." Looking at the endless corpses of ghost cultivators in the city, their expressions changed.
"That direction, hurry and chase."
Leng Yueyan gazed into the distance and saw a long chasm. The two immediately led their men and sped away.
"Long Chen, please don't be harmed!"
Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue were praying in their hearts; their hearts were in their throats. They never dreamed that this place would be attacked by Ghost Dao hunters.