High up in the sky, the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord floated, flanked by the two ghostly kings. They laughed loudly, even as wails rang out from those below.

There were tens of thousands of ghostly immortals running helter skelter in their desperate attempts to escape. Some charged the immortal designs outside, but faced the same fate of death, except now they were trapped.

Besides, dying here would not allow one's vengeful spirit to dissipate, or escape the fate of entering the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord's Lasting Blood Banner.

No matter where they ran, it looked bleak. There was no chance of survival, and not the slightest shred of hope.

For the tens of thousands of ghostly immortals, their only option now was to hide, to see if they could avoid this miserable fate.

As far as the eye could see, the whole Yellow Ancient City had sunk into terror, subject to the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord's domination and quivering in fear.

Up in the sky, the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord laughed. "Friends, don't get too excited. I'm about to send this amazing present straight into your hands."

The wailing grew more intense.

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