"Do you recognize it? It's a specter I killed in Ninefold Hell! They called him the crown prince! In other words, he was slated to be a future overlord of your race! Are you shocked? Pissed? Shitting yourselves? Come kill me then!" Tianming’s words completely stunned the whole battlefield.

Ouyang Jianwang's sudden arrival had helped him a lot, allowing him to put the final nail into the specter race’s coffin. No matter how cunning Di Zang was, even he couldn't help but howl in anger when he saw the crown prince's severed head. The same was the case with Po Suo. And now that they had given up the game after seeing the dead crown prince, nobody would believe them any longer—not even Changsun Shenqiong, who hurriedly took a few steps back.

Lips shuddering, he mumbled, "I... I almost helped the specters return to the human realm to enslave us. If my ancestors found out about this, I'd be cursed to death! Thankfully, the truth is out now!" He was tearing up so hard his entire face was covered in salt.

Humans had desires and fears. They wanted land,...