The aura of death soared into the sky, engulfing the entire Devil's Land.
This was the purest aura of death. Ordinary martial artists would definitely die if they came into contact with it. Even Saint Realm experts would be injured if they came into contact with this terrifying aura.
Buzz!
The entire Zombie Army on the Wasteland fell silent at this moment. They prostrated themselves on the ground, their skeletal faces filled with reverence and devotion.
Their mouths were muttering complicated words as their bodies trembled slightly.
"The Ghost Emperor isn't dead?"
Fang Chen's expression turned completely solemn. He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart. His pitch-black eyes stared unwaveringly at the cracked altar.
There.
The aura of death filled the air and soared into the sky. Moreover, an illusory head was gradually condensing.
"The Ghost Emperor."
Finally, Fang Chen saw the illusory face clearly.
The legendary Ghost Emperor was a peak existence that suppressed an era. He was even more ancient than Supreme Fujian.
In the current Age of Chaos, there were very few legends about the Ghost Emperor.
However, no matter what, as long as the name of the Ghost Emperor was mentioned, everyone would change their expression.
Buzz!
The eerie and terrifying aura of death seemed to want to refine the entire Devil's Land. There was a trace of icy killing intent on his huge face. The moment he opened his eyes, the Corpse Army prostrating on the ground stood up and loudly shouted the Ghost Emperor's name.
"My people."
The Ghost Emperor opened his mouth and his aura shook the sky. Sword Lunatic and the Ancestor of the Monster Race, who were closest to him, were instantly blown away.
"You have protected me for countless years. Now, I have finally recovered."
Every word of the Ghost Emperor contained an extremely cold killing intent. It made people tremble from the depths of their Origin Spirit.
"So cold."
Even though they were far away, Fang Chen could still feel the cold. His body trembled and he quickly regained his consciousness.
Buzz!
The perfect bloodline flowed and a trace of cool aura shrouded Fang Chen's Origin Spirit to defend against the cold.
At the same time, the Vermilion Bird bloodline in Fang Chen's body gradually stirred. The surrounding temperature gradually became hot. Soon, Fang Chen's body was enveloped in flames.
"The Vermilion Bird bloodline."
Fang Chen clenched his fists and cried out in his heart.
As expected of the Vermilion Bird bloodline. It was so strong that it could resist the Ghost Emperor's aura of death.
"Who used a bloodline sacrifice to awaken me?"
A huge face hung in the air. The Ghost Emperor's eyes were like sharp swords, piercing through everyone's hearts.
The old ancestor of the monster race crawled up from the ground. He didn't even have time to tidy up his tattered clothes. His body trembled as he said, "Senior Ghost Emperor, I used the lives and blood of my race to break the altar and awaken you."
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Hearing this, the Ghost Emperor's frightening eyes landed on the Demonic Beast Clan's ancestor.
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He even thought that if the Ghost Emperor wanted to kill him, he only needed a thought.
At this moment, Sword Lunatic was also a little afraid. He didn't expect the Ghost Emperor to really be in the Devil's Land. He only wanted to find the second half of the Drunken Sword Technique, but he didn't expect to lure out the legendary Ghost Emperor.
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A moment later.
The Ghost Emperor looked away and nodded in satisfaction. At the same time, he saw the true body of the Monster Race's Ancestor.
The Monster Race's Ancestor heaved a sigh of relief. The Ghost Emperor knew his ancestor. At least he could guarantee that the Ghost Emperor wouldn't attack him.
"Since you are the descendant of Tiger Soul and have awakened me, I will bestow you an opportunity."
While speaking, the huge face opened its mouth and spat out a cold air.
The Demonic Beast Patriarch was a bit stunned. Cold air rushed over and he subconsciously reached out to catch it. Looking down, he saw that it was a command medallion.
"My Ghost Artifact was lost at the Death Cliff. With this token, you can go to the Death Cliff and find my Ghost Artifact."
The Ghost Emperor said, "If you can successfully bring back this Lord's ghost artifact, then you will receive this Lord's legacy and will be able to control this Lord's Zombie Army."
"Thank you, Senior Ghost Emperor."
The Monster Race's Ancestor was extremely excited. He cupped his fists and thanked.
"Senior."
At this moment, Sword Lunatic also spoke.
"Junior is also willing to share Senior Ghost Emperor's worries. I am willing to assist the Monster Race's Ancestor to find the Ghost Artifact together."
"Oh?"
The Ghost Emperor's eyes turned. He opened his mouth and spat out another cold air. Sword Lunatic took the token and was overjoyed.
"What do you want?"
"Junior cultivates the Drunken Sword Inheritance. Now, I lack the second volume of the Drunken Sword Technique …"
Before he could finish his words, a terrifying aura condensed into a yellowed book under the broken altar and flew to his side.
He opened his palm and the yellowed book landed. On the cover, there were five bold and powerful words — Drunken Sword Technique's second volume.
"Drunken Sword Technique."
Sword Lunatic held the yellowed book tightly and was extremely excited.
"Thank you, Senior Ghost Emperor. Junior will not let Senior down."
Far away.
Fang Chen looked around. He was a little puzzled.
"Could it be that it's just an illusion?"
If the Ghost Emperor really revived, he would never let anyone find his Ghost Artifact.
One had to know that the Ghost Emperor was famous for being ruthless.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Fang Chen discovered that the Ghost Emperor spat out two faintly discernible auras from his mouth and instantly drilled into the heads of the Monster Race's Ancestor and Sword Lunatic.
In the next moment, the two became muddle-headed, like walking corpses.
"Greetings, Master."
The two cupped their fists together, full of reverence for the Ghost Emperor.
"This is … being controlled?"
Fang Chen was shocked. To be able to control the two of them so easily, wasn't this method too heaven-defying?
Whoosh!
At this moment, Fang Chen discovered that the Ghost Emperor's cold gaze pierced through the void.
"Let's go."
Almost without any hesitation, he directly fled into the distance.
He did not want to be controlled by the Ghost Emperor and become a walking corpse.
"Human Race?"
A complicated expression appeared on the Ghost Emperor's huge face. Soon after, he coldly said, "You two, go and capture that guy. Remember, I want him alive."
"Yes, Master."
The Monster Race's Ancestor and Sword Lunatic glanced at the place where Fang Chen escaped and quickly chased after him.
"Children."
After they left, the Ghost Emperor looked at the zombie army and said, "Continue to guard the Devil's Land. Kill any trespassers without mercy."
After he finished speaking, his enormous face gradually disappeared.
Buzz!
The Devil's Land returned to peace, but there was an additional Ghost Emperor statue on the shattered altar.
If there was an almighty here, they would know that the Ghost Emperor was not truly revived, but only a wisp of remnant consciousness.
Back then, during the chaos, his physical body was shattered and his Origin Spirit was severed. Only a wisp of remnant consciousness escaped here to sleep, leaving behind a glimmer of life.