The Ghost Lord Was Shocked and the Ghost Realm Surrendered

The Ghost Lord did not know what he was feeling.

Originally, the Asura Ghost Region had been established for millennia and had always worked hard towards a goal.

Now, it had finally achieved its goal in this era where he was the master.

This could be said to be his unrivalled merit.

However, he was obviously not the one who had exerted the greatest effort.

Whether it was the Qi Huang clan's ancestors who had spent ten thousand years underground to crack the array formation...

Or the Nether Lord who had led them to abolish a corner of the array formation.

However, what he couldn't accept the most was the Hidden Edge Emperor who was now floating in the air and was as eye-catching as the blazing sun.

"This... Nether Lord, what's going on?"

The Ghost Lord asked the Nether Lord with a bitter smile.

The mask he wore did not seem to be able to hide the depression and fear.