In the battle of Tianming City, the strength of the two sides had been unequal. So for the Nonahall Ghost Sect, it was a war they were destined to win. Thus, the elders present were almost grinning from ear to ear. Even if they noticed the necrofiend flare dragon’s hostility, they continued discussing their ideas in a harmonious and joyful manner. 

“Silence, everyone.” 

The gigantic dragon landed in front of the hall, its green phantom fire burning. The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and cold. 

“Were there any losses?” Zi Xiao asked calmly.

“That’s impossible. We have the Archaionfiend and the four ghost kings serving as commanders. Even without the corpse puppets, we still...