In a flash, the man in brown robes slapped out with his palm, his magical energy rippling outwards as a giant ochre python shot forth from his hand. This was the Earth Python Devour Heaven Technique from the Qingfeng Sect of the ethereal realm. The earth python's jaws gaped wide, swallowing all the ghostly water that surged from the ghost cave into its mouth. Its body rapidly expanded at a visible rate.

Around the murky, dark waters, there were still a few ferocious bony fish. Skeletons holding bone daggers swam in the gloomy water, but they were all sucked into the ground python without exception.

The old man with the Qingli hat extended his hand, and a blue mountain-and-river map unfolded. Inside, there was a roaring wind that broke out of the map, transforming into heaven and earth's gang wind, blowing towards the surging Yin Canal water. The bony fish in the water, holding their crutch skulls, were blown into the air by the gale and flipped upside down, their bones disintegrating.

“You, a swamp python, are quite the eater. But I wonder if you can stomach this king's ghostly water maggots!” The man-headed, serpent-bodied apparition strode across the waves, its hand unfurling like a dark coil. From the depths of the underworld came murky water, and several black shadows darted about, rapidly diving into the python’s maw.

Suddenly, the earth python transformed by magic contorted, as if countless ghosts were raging within. The man in brown's face turned crimson, and with a deafening roar, the earth python exploded into countless ochre light spots, scattering like rain across the sky. The black water poured down, engulfing both the man in brown and the old man in the green hat.

The elder with the emerald-green hat patted his spirit beast pouch. With a cry, an eagle soared into the sky. Its enormous and powerful wings opened wide, scattering the dark water from the Nether Abyss. The elder with the emerald-green hat, regardless of the brown-clad youth's presence, leaped onto the eagle's back. The eagle carried the elder with the emerald-green hat upwards, soaring into the clouds.

“He actually ran, damn it!” The humanoid serpent demon roared in anger. Seeing the brown-clothed youth’s body transform into a yellow light and try to flee, the demon raised its black banner. The river of ghostly water formed by the underworld churned violently, engulfing the brown-clothed youth. Countless shadowy figures, transformed from ghostly water worms, coiled around him.

In the blink of an eye, layers upon layers of brown robes wrapped around it. The specters in the water coiled around it, forming a huge black cocoon. But this black cocoon was like unravelling silk, gradually decreasing. After each strand of blackness diminished, the body of the brown robe became increasingly visible.

However, at this time, the brown-robed youth's body had completely lost its former shape. What was once a sturdy frame was now bloated like a huge water barrel, several times larger than before. His clothes had also been corroded clean by the Nether River Water.

The man's eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and he roared in excruciating pain. The spectral water worms had burrowed into his body, with several even protruding from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

　　Boom! Until the young man's body could no longer bear it, it exploded with a bang, shattering into countless fragments, scattered in the dark waters of the Underworld River. The fish in the river, holding their bone-chime spears, screeched and buzzed over, vying to eat the flesh and blood. And the blood that was swallowed transformed into streaks of blood energy.

The man-headed serpent creature greedily inhaled, the streams of blood drilling into its nostrils. The man-headed serpent creature's face contorted with evident pleasure.

The old man in the green-palm hat had just glanced back after the spirit eagle had turned its head, and caught sight of this scene. A chill ran from his toes to his forehead, and a wave of cold shivers washed over him. He could have actually offered some help earlier, but this Ghost King's strength was unfathomable. Even if they teamed up, they were no match for him. The old man in the green-palm hat didn't dare to be sure that if he lent a hand, delaying time might prevent him from escaping at all.

The old man with the green palm hat still had some guilt in his heart. When he saw the miserable state of the young man in brown, that last shred of guilt was instantly frightened away to the farthest reaches.

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The sky in the distance was overcast, and a sinister ghostly aura emanating from the Wangu Mountain Range covered half of the sky.

"Palace Master, how is the battle situation at 望月城?" On Baihe City's walls, a small immortal city just ten thousand miles from 望月城, Lei Wantian looked towards the oppressive, sky-covering demonic aura with worry in his eyes.

"Well, just take it one day at a time."

Lu Xia tian sat with a composed expression, gazing in the direction of Wang Yue City. The conflict between the three major cultivation realms had ended a month prior.

The original advantage of the Xianxia world, which was already online, was continuously expanding and had basically stabilized the battle situation. Unexpectedly, the Ghost Cave in the Moonlit Mountain Range suddenly went out of control. The ghostly energy inside surged into the sky, directly engulfing half of the Moonlit Mountain Range. Even Moonlit City was shrouded in ghostly energy. Within a day, the tens of thousands of cultivators from the Wanyish domain and hundreds of thousands of secular mortals who were still staying in Moonlit City to recover from their injuries were all swallowed by the ghost race.

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And the fall of Zhang Yiyuan, the Yuan Ying ancestor of the Qingfeng Sect in the Tianqiong Realm, shocked everyone. Even a Yuan Ying ancestor fell, which showed that the strength of the invading Ghost Clan this time was formidable, far exceeding the scale of the previous Great War in the Wangyue Cultivation World.

After all, in the past when fighting against cultivators from other realms, although Golden Core cultivators did have casualties, they would never encounter enemies whose realm was beyond their ability to resist. Some cultivators with strong escape skills could, when facing unstoppable foes, still use all their tricks to flee. However, now that even Nascent Soul Ancestors had been killed by powerful Ghost Clan experts, most Golden Core cultivators felt a shadow of fear in their hearts.

Prior to this, extraterrestrial cultivators had already occupied the Moonlit City. Naturally, those attacked by the ghost clan were the extraterrestrial cultivators first and foremost. What was once the largest loose cultivator city in the Moonlit Cultivation Realm was actually captured by the ghost clan. The number of ghosts far exceeded the expectations of cultivators from several major cultivation realms.

Under the pressure of the Ghost Clan army, the Moon-Watching Cultivation World and the War Moon Alliance quickly reached a reconciliation. After all, whether the Moon-Watching Cultivation World won or the War Moon Alliance prevailed, both sides could still huddle in a corner of the borderlands to barely survive. The mortal common people would not be greatly affected; at most, there would be a change of dynasties. Even if there were casualties, for cultivators, the impact was within controllable range.

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But for the Ghost Clan to cross over, even demon beasts and demon birds will be eradicated. Thousands of miles will turn into a ghost realm. Ordinary people, birds and beasts, once they fall into the ghost realm, will sooner or later become part of the Ghost Clan.

Between the various cultivation worlds, it is a battle of power. But when ghosts are involved, it becomes a fight for survival!

Under the threat of the ghost race, the Wanguixian Immortal Realm and the Zhan Yue Alliance quickly reached a settlement. Dozens of Nascent Soul ancestors from both sides, leading a large army of cultivators, counterattacked Wangyue City. They fought fiercely with the ghost army in Wangyue City for over a month, killing several Ghost Kings, while two or three Nascent Soul cultivators also perished. This kind of loss was unprecedented for the human race cultivators. However, after this arduous battle, Wangyue City was finally recaptured. But the entire Lingxiao Palace is now shrouded in gloom because one of the two Nascent Soul ancestors of Lingxiao Palace, Chen Hehua, had fallen during the battle with the ghost race in Wangyue City. Only Chen Hényan remained, single-handedly supporting the Palace.

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