"Now, there are only two people left."
"Oh no!
Only Warlock Saint Nine Nether is missing. "
President Ghost Tyrant's voice reached Zhang Xing's ears.
It sounded like the sound of a ferocious ghost grinding its teeth. It was creepy.
"President Ghost Tyrant, Warlock Saint Nine Nether shouldn't be in any danger."
"He has the Ghost Cloak on him. Even a five-star Saint from the Holy Capital would find it difficult to discover him."
Vice President Ming Sha said.
"Let's hope so …"
Ghost Tyrant stopped talking after saying that. He was obviously still worried.
Most of the powerful Scattered had been subdued. Nine Nether was only relying on a Sacred Artifact. It was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't be discovered.
After a long silence, Ghost Tyrant spoke again.
"I wonder how the Great Elder and the rest are doing. We haven't received any news recently."
"President, the Great Elder is in charge of the northern part of the central continent. He sent news a few days ago that the progress is very smooth."
"They should be about to take down the Holy Capital and the six major sects."
Vice President Ming Sha said.
"Great Elder Ghost Dragon has plenty of manpower and strong combat power. There shouldn't be any problems."
"Moreover, many of the elders in the six major sects are already under our control. With cooperation from the inside and outside …"
Elder Dark Blood continued.
"I'm not worried about the six major sects. I'm worried about those reclusive families. I'm afraid that they …"
President Ghost Tyrant said worriedly.
Yes, reclusive families!
Hearing this, everyone stopped talking and fell silent again.
Zhang Xing didn't know the time in the underground palace. He felt that it was already night.
This group of corpses sat there for the whole afternoon. They only said a few useful words occasionally. The rest of the time, they were silent.
Zhang Xing wasn't in a hurry and listened patiently.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten hours had passed. They had been sitting there without moving.
When dawn broke, President Ghost Tyrant spoke again.
"It's already past the agreed time. Warlock Saint Nine Nether hasn't returned yet. Something must have happened."
So they had been sitting there waiting for one person. Zhang Xing came to a realization.
They were quite persistent!
"That's not possible, President."
Yisha said.
"Whether it's possible or not, let's just treat it as if he was killed or captured like Scattered."
"We're not waiting anymore. Let's set off immediately to meet the Great Elder."
"Sigh!
Although we don't have enough souls, there's nothing we can do. "
"In short, we can't stay in the south anymore."
President Ghost Tyrant stood up and ordered.
Everyone understood what the president meant. With that young man around, there was no need to talk about collecting souls.
Even his own life could not be guaranteed.
That kid was like a hunter. He was probably chasing them all over the world.
"Alright, let's set off immediately and give the souls to the Great Elder so that he can open the Door of Darkness!"
The Vice Guild Leader, Dark Fiend, waved his fist and said.
Hearing this, Zhang Xing finally understood their purpose.
As for his servant, Ling Luo, he obviously didn't know about this plan.
But they didn't know about Scattered's plan either.
According to Zhang Xing's guess, Guild Leader Ghost Tyrant was probably waiting for Scattered to succeed before asking him to hand over the souls he had collected.
If that day really came, perhaps Ling Luo would have already devoured a huge amount of souls and become a seven-star necromancer saint.
Ghost Tyrant's orders were a joke. He might even devour the members of the other associations.
Moreover, they did not expect that Ling Luo would obtain the complete promotion method in the Ghost King's secret book.
They all knew about devouring souls to level up, but at most, they could increase the power of darkness.
If they were lucky, they could even level up by one and a half levels.
But the result was completely out of their expectations. Zhang Xing appeared.