I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1271: 1270 Divine King, Ghost God, Great Battle

Chapter 1271: Chapter 1270 Divine King, Ghost God, Great Battle

“You have gone too far,” said the Ghost King of Youdu, stepping forward with a grim expression.

“Is there any animosity between us and the Ghost Tribe?”

“Animosity? I find everyone in this world displeasing; with each one dead, there’s one less noise,” the Evil Demon King said calmly.

“But right now, I only want to kill him. The rest should get lost.”

“We don’t care who you kill, but disrespecting the Ghost Tribe won’t do you any good, no matter who you are,” the Ghost King of Youdu snorted coldly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, another dark cloud descended from the void.

The Ghost King of Youdu raised his hands to the sky, with the impression of Youdu floating above his head, colliding with the dark cloud.

It was clear that the power of the dark cloud was unexpectedly strong.

The greatness of the Creation Realm cannot be resisted by the Great Emperor.

With another “boom,” the Ghost King of Youdu fell from the void like a cannonball.

Thı𝘴 𝕔h𝘢p𝖙ҽr ı𝗌 p𝘰ṡṯɛ𝒅 b𝙮 𝘒𝑖†𝘦Ƞ𝟬𝕧ꬲ𝖑

The ground trembled, dust flew, and the Ghost King of Youdu struggled to stand up.

His body trembled slightly, showing that the enemy’s strength terrified him.

“Set up the Ten Thousand Ghosts Great Array,” the Ghost King of Youdu quickly said.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers and generals assembled, formerly scattered, now lined up in order.

Numerous ghost generals led the run around the ruins, as the Ghost Tribe’s army unfolded with formidable strength.

The imposing evil qi pierced through the firmament.

“Child’s play,” the Evil Demon King sneered while shaking his head.

The galloping Blood River in his hand surged forward magnificently.

When the Blood River passed by, any Ghost Tribe member it touched would instantly disintegrate and dissolve.

However, the Ghost Tribe’s army clearly showed no fear of death; even when countless melted away, they would instantly gather again.

“Formation complete,” the Sixteen Ghost Kings cried out in unison from sixteen positions.

Countless Ghost Tribe members also sat cross-legged, with the dense yin qi enveloping Xu Zimei.

“Yan souls arise,” the Youdu Ghost King beckoned, surrounding the Evil Demon King with evil qi.

This force seemed determined to pull the yin souls from inside the Evil Demon King.

Understand that Yin and Yang souls are the essence of one’s body, only separating upon death.

And this Ghost Tribe came from the Netherworld Realm, their bizarre techniques all related to Yin and Yang souls.

With the pull of the yin energy, the Evil Demon King’s yin souls were gradually separating from the flesh.

The intense pain struck, but the Evil Demon King only frowned, not uttering a sound.

“Interesting,” he murmured to himself.

He then waved his right hand, whispering gently, “Creation Evil Wheel.”

A sawtooth-like blood-colored wheel descended from the sky, carrying an everlasting force of creation.

Like harvesting ants, the wheel lightly turned, annihilating more than half of the Ghost Tribe.

A downpour of blood fell from the sky, the flesh and blood a gruesome scene that made one retch, nauseated to the point of vomiting.

Without the support of the Ghost Tribe army, the formation naturally broke down.

The sixteen Ghost Kings were like lambs to the slaughter, staring at the Creation Wheel as it spun towards them again.

Their gaze seemed to freeze upon it.

“The fate of the Ghost Tribe is decided by the Ghost Tribe,” a venerable voice suddenly echoed.

“You recklessly slaughter my Ghost Tribe army, committing a heinous crime.”

A shriveled hand emerged from the void, forcibly grabbed the oncoming Creation Wheel.

“Return it to you,” the hand tossed the Creation Wheel, shattering the void around the Evil Demon King.

The wheel finally halted, floating in the Evil Demon King’s hand.

The Evil Demon King raised his eyebrows, looking ahead, smiling, “Oh, finally an interesting one has arrived.”

In front of his sight stood an old man dressed in a Flowing River Nether Robe, floating in the void.

The robe was made from the water of the Nether.

The old man’s eagle eyes, hooked nose, eyes like black voids, hiding all details.

The black hair above his temples cascaded atop his head.

A horn-shaped pendant adorned with countless skulls hung around his neck.

His appearance was unimpressive, yet the aura surrounding him made him the most striking wherever he went.

The biting cold wind lifted the Nether Robe.

It seemed like Nether water swept past his ears, countless Higanbana blooming across the firmament.

“Ghost God,

“Ghost God, it’s us,” kneeling Ghost Tribe members said.

The title of Ghost God was clear to all.

He was sent from the Netherworld Realm, the strongest presence of the Ghost Tribe here, the absolute Dominator.

Once, the entire Ghost God Realm was ruled under him for many years.

“The evil qi on you seems fated to my Netherworld Realm,” the Ghost God remarked softly to the Evil Demon King.

“The Netherworld Realm is indeed formidable, but to recruit me, it’s far from enough,” the Evil Demon King replied coldly.

In his eyes, everyone in this world seemed insignificant.

“Recruiting you is out of the question; you’ve offended my Ghost Tribe and must pay the price,”

The Ghost God said indifferently.

His sight passed the Evil Demon King, gazing at the firmament behind, laughing, “Divine King, aren’t you planning to show yourself?”

The mention of the Divine King stirred waves in the crowd.

The Ghost God being the Dominator of the Ghost Tribe, the Divine King naturally was no exception.

The ruler of the Divine Race here.

Laughter rang out as a middle-aged man stepped forth, wearing a golden Dragon Robe, embodying power and majesty.

Surrounded by an overwhelming divine might, the space around him compressed.

Thick eyebrows and eyes ablaze, with a Divine Might Sword behind him.

As he strode forward with strides like those of a tiger, golden clouds transformed into righteousness, unfurling behind him.

“Ghost God, this is between you two, why involve me?” the Divine King laughed.

“If I don’t bring you out, you’ll reap the benefits unfairly?” the Ghost God replied casually.

“It’s not me who would reap the benefits, but someone else,” the Divine King shook his head.

“Don’t forget, although the Gods and Ghosts Clans in this Ghost God Realm don’t get along, we have a common enemy here.”

The Divine King’s words served as a reminder.

The Ghost God Realm harbored a force that terrified them.

The Nine Mountain Ghosts, and the boss behind them, Thousand Calamities Doomsday.

“Where is Ying Gou?” the Ghost God frowned, shouting.

As one of the Nine Mountain Ghosts, Ying Gou was responsible for guarding Netherworld Mountain, facilitating the liaison between the Gods and Ghosts Clans.

He spoke, and Ying Gou’s figure appeared beside him.

Smiling at the crowd present.

“Seems you’ve been observing quietly for a long time,” the Ghost God snorted coldly.

“What brings you here, Ghost God?” Ying Gou asked with a smile.

“What do the Nine Mountain Ghosts say?” the Ghost God inquired.

“I don’t understand your question,” Ying Gou shook his head and replied.