Chapter 1771: Joy Turns to Sorrow

“Are they attentive and caring?”

Zu An was somewhat puzzled. He wondered why he didn't feel it; perhaps the ghosts' judgment criteria were different from those of humans.

“Since you know how formidable Jing Teng is, the traps you designed must be exceptionally powerful, right?” Zu An asked again.

“Of course,” Wolong puffed out his chest, “Many of them were designed by me. For instance, the 'Hundred Ghosts Devouring Spirit Array' can prevent her from using spiritual energy.”

“The 'Ice Slowing Array' can reduce her speed by thirty percent.”

“The 'White Bone Howling Array' can damage her spirit and reduce her defense by at least twenty percent.”

“And also…”

He rattled off a series of grand arrays, his tone filled with pride, as most of them were his creations.

Zu An listened, secretly alarmed. If Jing Teng were to approach unknowingly, she would likely fall victim instantly. With two ghost generals attacking her as well, there would be no way for her to survive.

“Aren't I formidable?” Wolong gazed at Zu An, his expression practically begging for praise.

“Indeed, you are formidable. If you’re this powerful, why don’t you challenge the Ghost King and become the new one?” Zu An asked curiously. He had heard Jing Teng mention before that ghosts lived by the law of the jungle, and the current Ghost King had ascended by defeating the previous one.

“How could I possibly be a match for the Ghost King!” A hint of terror flashed across Wolong’s face. “The Ghost King possesses a Ghost King Scepter that holds absolute power over all spiritual bodies. We stand no chance.”

Zu An’s heart stirred. No wonder all the ghosts in the world were subject to his control.

At this moment, Wolong gradually realized what was happening: “Hey, kid, why have the tables turned? Why are you asking me questions now? Quick, tell me all the skills of your group of people. I want to see how those ghost brothers of ours met their demise.”

“If you dare not speak, I will cut the flesh from your body piece by piece and eat it right in front of you. Believe me, I’ve encountered humans before who were considered tough guys, but after I ate a few pieces of their flesh, every single one of them broke down. What’s more, you’re just a pretty boy.”

Sensing the chilling intent in his tone, Zu An secretly sighed. No matter how simple-minded a demon might seem, at its core, it was still a demon. To become a ghost general, he must have countless human lives on his hands.

“I’m sorry, but it’s my turn to ask the questions now.” Zu An stood up. Because Fengchu had just run off, he was worried about the safety of Jing Teng and Qiu Honglei and had no time to waste on Wolong.

Wolong flew into a rage: “What are you?!”

Rage value from Wolong +444444444...

With that, he lunged at Zu An with a punch. A swirl of black aura, imbued with corrosive intent, emanated from his fist.

Despite his dull mind, he was able to become a ghost general, second only to the Ghost King, thanks to his innate talent in array formations and his own formidable strength.

Many ghosts had once looked down on him, thinking he was easy to bully due to his simple mind, and thus, he faced the most challenges to his status.

However, those ghosts met extremely tragic ends, all of them turning into nourishment for him.

The crucial point was that fighting him was incredibly frustrating. He always had a plethora of bizarre innate arrays that could weaken an opponent’s strength in various ways, allowing them to utilize at most half of their abilities, leaving them resentful even in death.

Furthermore, the black aura on his fist was quite renowned in the Yin-Yang realm. It could corrode all things, and upon contact, it would completely corrode one’s entire body, a torture worse than death itself.

He felt that Zu An had tricked him, so he struck out with resentment, intending to make this pretty boy suffer and corrode one of his hands first.

Just then, Zu An also raised his fist and punched forward.

“Huh? This pretty boy dares to fight me?” Wolong was somewhat confused; there was even a faint white glow on the opponent’s fist.

However, he didn't take it seriously, as he couldn't possibly lose.

But when the two fists collided, a shrill scream erupted.

However, the one screaming was not the pretty boy, but him!

Wolong stared at his shattered half-arm, utterly bewildered. His own black aura was renowned for its corrosiveness, so why was he the one being corroded instead?

However, after fighting for so many years in the ghost realm, he still possessed his combat instincts.

Without time to ponder the reason for this outcome, he immediately retreated, activating his innate abilities and triggering various arrays simultaneously.

The 'Hundred Ghosts Devouring Spirit Array' would prohibit the opponent from using spiritual or primal energy.

The 'Ice Slowing Array' would delay his pursuit speed.

The 'White Bone Howling Array' would deter his spirit.

Zu An looked down at the ground and saw a layer of frost instantly appear around his feet, freezing them to the spot and making him unable to move.

With a thought, phoenix flames surged, and the surrounding ice instantly melted away.

At the same time, chilling winds swept through the area, and countless ghostly white skull phantoms swirled around, emitting shrill, piercing howls that directly assailed one's spirit.

A clear bird cry echoed, and “Hundred Cries” automatically counterattacked.

A strange, large bird phantom rose from Zu An, swallowing all the white skull phantoms in a single gulp.

As for the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Spirit Array, it had no effect on him whatsoever. Ever since his 'Phoenix Nirvana Scripture' awakened the wondrous 'Kunpeng' bird and merged with the 'Gourmet Devouring Heaven Art,' his cultivation could no longer be judged by ordinary spiritual or primal energy standards.

As the white skull phantoms were swallowed, Wolong let out a shriek, clutching his head and howling in pain.

In that brief moment of distraction, the opponent's hand had already gripped his shoulder.

Wolong sneered. This person dared to touch a ghost general’s body; they wouldn't even know how they died.

He was about to activate his black mist to engulf the opponent, but the next second his expression drastically changed. He felt the opponent's hand, like a blazing sun, instantly pierce through his protective black mist and grasp his true form.

Following this was a terrifying suction force. He felt as if there was a black hole in the opponent's palm, and the essence of his entire being was rapidly draining into it.

“Please spare my life, great hero!” Wolong hastily pleaded. Dying in combat wasn't actually that terrifying, but the feeling of being completely drained of his cultivation by the opponent was utterly suffocating.

In the ghost realm, it was often the case that the stronger would drain the soul power of the weaker. This act carried an inherent sense of intimidation.

“So, are you willing to answer my questions now?” Zu An chuckled. The Primordial Qi indeed had a great suppressing effect on evil entities; otherwise, dealing with the ghost general’s black mist would have been somewhat troublesome.

Furthermore, the devouring power generated by the fusion of Kunpeng and the Gourmet Devouring Heaven Art could also instill a sense of despair and submission in the opponent.

“Yes, yes!” Wolong nodded frantically.

“The reason you fear the Ghost King so much, is it because his Ghost King Scepter can dictate your life and death?” Zu An asked. In a way, his own Primordial Qi could achieve a similar effect. Could he also become a Ghost King?

“That’s just one reason,” Wolong explained. “If that were the only reason, then only we ghosts would fear him, not human cultivators. But in fact, human cultivators also turn pale at the mention of him.”

“The main reason for this is another ability called ‘Ghost King Demonic Sound,’ which can strip away a living being’s soul. Once they become a soul entity, they are completely suppressed by him.”

Zu An’s heart sank. This ability was indeed very troublesome. He just wondered if the Yin and Yang spirits of Grandmasters and Earth Immortals would also be subject to his control.

“Besides that, what other abilities does he possess?” Zu An asked again.

Wolong thought to himself, 'Isn’t that enough? Do you actually want to fight the Ghost King?'

Nevertheless, he replied, “As far as I know, he can also become immune to all elemental and physical damage.”

“How is that possible?” Zu An was startled. All things in the Heavenly Dao have their fixed measures and natural weaknesses. If this Ghost King is completely immune to physical and elemental damage, wouldn’t he be invincible?

“It’s true, I’m not lying to you,” Wolong said, somewhat flustered. “If you don’t believe me, look at the candle over there.”

He had never imagined that the candle, originally intended for interrogation, would end up being used on himself.

“How do you know all this so clearly?” Zu An eyed him suspiciously.

“Because the Yin-Yang realm operates on the principle of the strong preying on the weak. It wasn't that no powerful great ghosts tried to challenge him back then; without exception, they all suffered crushing defeats. Those with power in the Yin-Yang realm would secretly observe and gather intelligence. All of this knowledge was compiled from countless bloody lessons.”

Zu An fell silent. If that were truly the case, he would be incredibly difficult to deal with, and Zu An wouldn't know where to begin.

“Does he have any other abilities?” Zu An continued to ask.

Wolong shook his head: “I don’t know about any others, but even if he has more, they shouldn’t be as powerful as these. They wouldn’t pose a problem for you.”

“Those few people really fell for the trap! They’re rushing over here in a panic,” Just then, a small, thin figure excitedly ran back. “That Jing Teng is wanted by the Ghost King, so we can’t touch her. But the other woman is ours for the taking. She’s so lovely; we can rape her first, then eat her… Huh, what are you two doing?”