Yanshan Ghost God snorted coldly, his gaze flickering as he stared at Chen Yuan without any hint of wavering.
"Chen Yuan, there's no need for you to bluff anymore. No matter what you say, you're destined to die here today."
"With the five great Ghost Gods gathered, even if you are in the Saint Realm, what does it matter? We have slain those in the Saint Realm before."
With that, he abruptly stepped forward and bellowed:
"Attack!"
As Yanshan Ghost God's words fell, four streams of spiritual power immediately shot into the sky, sweeping over like a giant wave.
Each of these Ghost Gods possessed spiritual power that was even more formidable than Beiye Zhengzong, even greater in total amount than Chen Yuan, as they had been bolstered by the power of faith for hundreds or thousands of years.
However, their quality was nowhere near Chen Yuan's.