"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.
