C790 I'm Waiting for You!(1)

The ghosts gathered here had all received a message from the Ghost Kings: White Bone had been crowned king, and his reign threatened to bring annihilation to all!

The souls at the level of Celestial Shade and Spectre had their intellects kindled. These ghosts were by no means less cunning than the human cultivators who descended with the Lunar Spirit. Hence, upon hearing the news from the Ghost Kings, they weren't quick to accept it as truth.

They needed to confirm it for themselves.

Without personal verification, they suspected the Ghost Kings of having ulterior motives, spreading false news to undermine White Bone.

Yet, as White Bone ascended, surrounded by a holy white flame of terrifying might, the watching ghosts saw him as the Ghost Kings had described: an Evil God capable of world destruction!

In that moment, the ghosts made their decision.

If an opportunity arose, they wouldn't hesitate to strike White Bone at his weakest.

Many were born in the Land of Terror, while others, outsiders, depended on it for survival. With the world in chaos, if the Land of Terror fell to White Bone's wrath, where would they go?

With these thoughts, their loyalties began to lean towards the Ghost Kings.

"Where is Yu Yuan?"

Mo Yan, perched atop the Shadowblade, suddenly grew bold. He maneuvered the Devil Blade to a conspicuous spot in the sky, peering down at the mouth of the Crucible of Evil with a sly grin. "Still cowering inside? You dared to emerge with the crucible; why not show yourself now?"

Cao Jiaze caught sight of him and smiled wryly.

"What's gotten into the lad that he's suddenly so brazen?" Chu Yao wondered aloud.

Cao Jiaze looked out from the grand palace to the gloomy sky a hundred miles away. "Black Staff has arrived."

Chu Yao followed his gaze, noting the sky had turned pitch black as if stained by ink, swallowing all light.

"That explains it," Chu Yao nodded, piecing it all together.

Indeed, Qignas of the Devil Palace had arrived following the Wintermaw.

With Black Staff as his patron and armed with arcane secrets, Mo Yan had the confidence to traverse the distance in a single bound, bolstered by the might of his supporter.

Wintermaw and Black Staff were once mortal enemies, but after ascending to the status of Ghost Kings, they clashed in battle countless times. Their duels seemed to sharpen their skills as cultivators, with neither life nor death able to determine a clear victor.

On this occasion, Black Staff was roused from his slumber by Mo Yan and swiftly launched an assault on Wintermaw's domain, poised to challenge him. Yet, the turn of events was unpredictable, and to everyone's surprise, the first to forge a secret alliance were these two Ghost Kings themselves.

Following Wintermaw, the next to reach the Ossuary was, astonishingly, Black Staff again.

"Yu Yuan! The Crucible of Evil rightfully belongs to me!" Mo Yan's gaze was fixed on the Crucible of Evil and the breathtaking Frost Queen standing beside it. Her aloof and desolate beauty was so overwhelming it inspired a sense of unworthiness, while the Arctic Breath she exuded and her flawless, ice-like physique left the Devil Palace's elite Hellbreed utterly mesmerized.

"If such a Bane could regain her spiritual wisdom in the future, it would be, quite simply, extraordinary..." The thought of everything before him—the Crucible of Evil and the otherworldly woman who resembled a frost goddess, who should have been his, kneeling before him, at his mercy—ignited a dark desire within Mo Yan that he couldn't quell.

"This should have been mine from the start!" His Lunar Spirit hovered above the Shadowblade, swaying fiercely.

He couldn't quite understand why, knowing full well that the Frost Queen before him wasn't a true living being but a creation birthed by the Crucible of Evil from a Frostfiend. Yet, at the sight of the Frost Queen, he felt as if struck by lightning.

The Frost Queen matched every aspect of his aesthetic ideal! This transformed Bane stirred Mo Yan's soul to feverish heights, awakening an intense longing to claim her as his own.

"Years ago, I delved into the dark arts at the bottom of the Embers Sea, studying within the cauldron. She must have been in the waters too. I never imagined her true form would be so impeccably flawless!" In Mo Yan's eyes, Frost Queen's crystalline form and her elegantly long tail were the epitome of beauty.

Ten meters away, Ann Ziqing, clad in purple divine armor, had a faint blood-red glint deep in her eyes.

"What's with this jerk? Does he have some kind of issue or weird fetish?"

Ann Ziqing silently berated Mo Yan in her thoughts. His emotional upheaval was apparently triggered by a Frostfiend emerging from the Crucible of Evil, which she found utterly baffling.

She kept a vigilant watch on Mo Yan's soul fluctuations while attempting to communicate with Razses, the Ghost King.

Razses had yet to provide a definitive response.

Annoyed, she glanced at Mo Yan and a bizarre idea suddenly took shape in her mind, "Could Yu Yuan be just like Mo Yan?"

The moment this thought crossed her mind, her gaze towards Mo Yan and the Frost Queen became filled with loathing and revulsion.

"Absolutely revolting!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The slender White Bone transformed into streaks of white lightning, hurtling towards the Ice Titan that Thoaos had become.

In an instant, hundreds of white lightning bolts bombarded the titan's icy shield-like body.

Countless fragments of Celestial Ice Crystal scattered from the impact of White Bone's assault.

The Ice Titan, standing firm in the ice tempest, remained unshaken, laughing mockingly as White Bone's frenzied attacks continued, "White Bone, you're wasting your strength. I've already said you can't break through this ice-cold body I've meticulously refined! Your purifying flames can't even reach my soul!"

The white flames emanating from White Bone eradicated numerous ghosts within the tempest.

Wintermaw paid them no heed, indifferent to the fate of his minions. Without an order to retreat, the ghosts caught in the tempest and facing certain death dared not flee.

"The ghosts, perishing in the ice tempest due to White Bone's flames, only serve to intensify the storm," he mused.

Chu Yao, standing behind Cao Jiaze, furrowed his brow, sensing something amiss, "Is Wintermaw bolstering the tempest's ferocity with the deaths of his underlings?"

Cao Jiaze nodded in concurrence, "The ghosts that Wintermaw has brought from his own domain are mere fodder, meant to augment the ice tempest. Their demise within it allows the tempest to absorb all the ice energy within the Ossuary. Ultimately, that small region is destined to become an icy wasteland akin to the Frozen Hellscape."

"The power of Wintermaw will soar to unparalleled heights, granting it the ability to freeze the very soul of White Bone."

"Once the Extreme Cold Zone is established, the searing white flames burning within White Bone will be encased in ice by the ice power, rendering ignition impossible."

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of many cultivators from Euwrea subtly shifted.

"Wintermaw..."

Murmuring softly, these cultivators, who prided themselves on their benevolence, began to reassess Wintermaw.

Their use of the lives of their ghosts to fuel the ice tempest, bolstering it to the point where they could deliver a lethal blow, was a practice they deeply disapproved of.