It was as if it was a pronouncement of death.
On the black vine, that patch of tender flower buds rapidly grew, their color deepening, one after another...
"The second layer has begun!"
Ghost King Xicai's expression was solemn to the extreme, with a hint of despair hidden within.
It was like watching oneself walk towards an inevitable doom, a feeling of helplessness...
The forces of the Sea of Chaos Realm interweaved and balanced each other, so the Three Realms would indeed not rashly make a move against forces like Hundred Ghost Mountain.
But when Hundred Ghost Mountain cursed and killed a cultivator from the Three Realms, it was as good as handing a handle to the Three Realms.
The outcome was naturally without need for much thought...
"Did you see clearly... could he be someone from the Nine Heavenly Palaces?"
Ghost King Xicai couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.
