The Ghost Realm was a shattered space. There were only two exits and both were at the Ministry of Hell. Outsiders could not come in.
The Soaring Soul Cliff was even more peculiar. There were too many specters here, and ordinary people definitely wouldn't be able to enter. Super experts wouldn't wander around here either. Even if someone found this place, who would build an altar underground?
It must be noted …
The spring here was horrifying. Average warriors could not stand it. To build an altar was even more difficult.
Lu Li also noticed that the altar was not an exit. It didn't seem to be of any use. It seemed to be built purely for the purpose of offering sacrifices.
To spend so much money and endure so much pain just to build a meaningless altar?
Who would do that?
Lu Li could not figure it out and he didn't have the time to think. He walked around the huge altar and found something else — there were some strange divine patterns on the altar. Lu Li had some understanding of divine patterns but he still felt the divine patterns here were too complicated and abstruse.
In a split of a second, Lu Li tried to memorize as many divine patterns as he could. When he used the trace of Dao, his perception was so strong that he could remember most of the divine patterns.
Even though he couldn't remember them all, Lu Li didn't mind. He flew away to find an exit.
He sped up to the extreme. Soon, his eyes glowed. He saw a dark hole. The water in the hole was still swirling. It was a whirlpool.
If there was an exit, it must be here.
Right at that moment, the water suddenly began to tremble. A sinister qi and energy came from the distance. It was as if a dark cloud had covered up the sky, suffocating him.
Lu Li had been suffering from pain all over his body. However, at this moment, he felt cold all over. The pain was gone. There was only one feeling left, cold!
Cold to the bone!
From the depth of Lu Li's soul came a sense of fear, like a rabbit seeing its natural enemy, a hawk. Not only that, Lu Li also noticed that the dragon soul was wandering around in his soul. It was clearly agitated.
Ghostship King!
That was Lu Li's first thought and the only conclusion he could come to.
To be able to appear in the Nether Spring with such terrifying power, it could only be the legendary Ghost King.
"Move!"
Lu Li wanted to rush towards the hole, but he felt he had lost control of his body. He could not move at all.
He was so scared that his soul almost left his body. The dragon soul was so anxious and uneasy, but the Spectral Soul King had yet to arrive.
This meant that the Dragon Soul might not be able to withstand the Spectral Soul King.
In the face of death, Lu Li's mind was exceptionally calm.
Many thoughts flashed across Lu Li's mind. Soon, his mountain glowed as the Phantom King came out. The Phantom King grabbed Lu Li and dashed toward the cave.
Lu Li's decision was wise!
Specter King and Ghastly Soul King were at the same level. Specter King didn't seem to be afraid of Ghastly Soul King. He grabbed Lu Li and dashed into the swirl. Lu Li and Specter King disappeared into the swirl.
After a while, a shadow floated over from where Lu Li was. The shadow formed into a human shape in the water, a female one.
"Human?
Phantom King? "
The spring water near the woman automatically parted, and the woman actually spoke the human language. However, her words were very choppy, without a trace of human emotion.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she murmured to herself, "Why would the Dark Spirit Monarch help humans?
Has the Specter King Race declined to such an extent? "
"Buzzing ~"
A moment later, the woman turned into black mist and drifted into the distance, disappearing into the Netherworld Spring.
…
The Netherworld City was a medium-sized city of the Hell Island. It was not far away from the Valley of Ghosts, on the coast of the east.
The city owner was a patriarch of the Hell Island. His name was Su Ning, a warrior of the fourth tribulation.
He had the habit of drinking afternoon tea. Of course, it was not regular afternoon tea. He would have a special tea in his concubine's room.
He had more than 300 concubines and was quite famous in the Hell Island. If it were not for the fact that he was from the Su Family, his position as the city owner would have been taken away.
While he was "drinking tea", Su Ning was fighting in four directions on the bed. He was really fighting in four directions because there were four concubines in four directions.
While he was fighting, Su Ning suddenly trembled. Coldness rose in his eyes and he felt his hair standing on end.
"Whoosh!"
He grabbed a robe, and ignoring the resentful gazes of the four concubines, he directly flew up to the roof.
He looked up at the sky above the city with a look of fear on his face.
Not only him, all the warriors in the city felt their hair standing on end.
"Buzzing ~"
A crack opened in the sky. Then an extremely ferocious aura spread out and enveloped everyone in the city.
A huge black monster dashed out from the crack. It had blood-red eyes, a tall and straight body, a whip-like tail, powerful wings, and most importantly, a cold and gloomy aura. All the soldiers in the city felt as if they were facing a great enemy.
"Spirit King!"
Although Su Ning was not a core warrior of the Su Family, he knew some secrets. Looking at the huge Spirit King, his soul was trembling.
The Spirit King was an existence that could only be suppressed by a warrior at the peak of the fourth tribulation. Su Ning's strength was probably not enough.
Why did a Spirit King appear in the sky?
Su Ning couldn't figure it out. He only knew that the Netherworld City was finished. This Spirit King would start a massacre and kill everyone in the city. No one would be able to escape.
"Something is not right!"
Su Ning looked down and suddenly found a problem. There was a person in the Spirit King's hand.
En … this person could no longer be called human. This person's muscles had been corroded. He looked like a skeleton.
A Phantom King appeared with a skeleton in his hand. The eyes of the skeleton were still moving?
This strange situation made the people in the city feel extremely strange. In the next moment, that person moved. His charred lips wriggled as he said, "Where is this place?
Speak, or … die! "
The Spirit King didn't kill anyone?
The skeleton could speak?
Many people felt their hair stand on end. Su Ning didn't dare to dawdle. He immediately replied, "My Lord, this is the Netherworld City!
"Don't tell anyone about me. Keep it a secret for at least one day. If not, I will come and massacre the city. I will do what I say!"
The skeleton said. Then, the Spirit King flapped his wings and flew toward the north. He was so fast that ordinary people couldn't see him clearly.
After the Phantom King left, everyone in the city felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. Even Su Ning felt as if his entire body was drenched in sweat.
"Seal the city!"
He reacted quickly and shouted, "Everyone in the city, listen up. Don't tell anyone about this. I will report to the elder residence in a day."
"This …"
Some people were hesitant, but they didn't dare to disobey Su Ning's order.
Some people also understood why Su Ning did this. If the Spirit King returned, everyone in the city would die. Su Ning's three-hundred-odd concubines would also die.
As for hiding the enemy's information, Su Ning was a member of the Su Clan. This matter couldn't be done to him. He had his reasons. At most, he would be scolded and punished.
If he dared to report this matter, once the Spirit King and that mysterious formidable martial artist returned, this city would be gone. What was the point of living as the City Lord?
What's more, although the Spirit King was fast, he couldn't fly too far.
"Netherworld City?
It's two or three days away from the sea. I hope everything goes well. As long as I can go out to sea, I will be able to live! "