"If you lack the guts, then I will refine that little girl’s physical body into pills, and force her soul into a ghost marriage with the local barbarian shamans, so she will never be free for all eternity! Hahahaha!"
Accompanied by a burst of arrogant, wild laughter, the Nether Earth Ghost King transformed into black fog and drifted away.
Leaving behind the Hale family crowd bathed in the cold rain, each wearing complicated expressions and faces full of misery.
Alex hovered in mid-air, soaked cold by the rainwater, his hair plastered to his forehead. He slowly raised his head, looking up at the dark, oppressive firmament of the horizon, he gritted his teeth with seething killing intent, cold glints bursting from his eyes.
After he landed, Cedric lowered his head and asked. "Saint Lord, what should we do..."
"Do you even need to ask?" Alex said flatly.
"Of course, we will march upon Heavenly King Island and save Lara."
"But... since those three dare to declare war so openly, they must be prepared in advance." Cedric said anxiously.
"He is definitely using Lara as bait, wanting to lure the Saint Lord into a death trap..."
"So what?" Alex narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold sneer at the corners of his mouth.
"What I hate the most is being threatened by others."
"Those three have already made their move and set up such a grand death trap for me."
"If I do not accept the challenge, will I not be mocked by everyone in the world?"
"All disciples of the Hale family, heed my command!"
"Three days from now, we attack Heavenly King Island and save Lara!"
"Yes!"
Heavenly King Island was located in the Southern Wasteland to the south of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, an area that did not fall under Aurelia’s jurisdiction.
This small island floated in the depths of the primal sea.
The entire island was shrouded in a thick layer of black fog, emitting strange noises like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.
Normally, in a remote place like Heavenly King Island, one might not see a single living creature for hundreds of years.
However, three days later, the entire island was a cacophony of voices, unusually lively.
Guarding the outermost perimeter were the one hundred thousand fierce ghosts who lived year-round in the Hundred Ghosts Mountain Range.
After the Bright Candle Ghost King, Thunder Ghost King, and Heavenly Fiend Ghost King were annihilated, all the fierce ghost followers chose to pledge allegiance to the Nether Earth Ghost King.
Commanded here today, the one hundred thousand fierce ghosts were all clad in heavy armor and wielding swords and spears, transformed into ghastly and disciplined ghost soldiers, they guarded the east, west, south, and north sides of the entire island.
The yin energy, black fog, and strange noises shrouding the island were precisely generated by them.
Inside the perimeter of fierce ghosts were over fifty thousand heavily armored soldiers.
They all wore white helmets and white armor, gripping long spears, disciplined and strict, they stood in a fish-scale circular formation.
They were the most elite troops of the Crimson Soaring Dynasty, fifty thousand White Spear Guards, each possessing the courage to stand against ten thousand men.
The inner ring consisted of thirty thousand aristocratic family disciples.
These were the younger generation of the current era’s Saint families, all coming from the Blackwood and Sol families.
This three-layered barrier formed by nearly two hundred thousand people almost turned the entire island into an iron formation, blocked off so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.
In the exact center of Heavenly King Island was a circular execution ground.
On the east side were Knox and Garret.
On the west side were Alistair Blackwood and Malakai Sol.
On the south side were the two great princes of the Crimson Soaring Dynasty, Amos and Calvin.
On the exact north side sat the Nether Earth Ghost King on a throne swirling with black fog.
In all four directions, there were also hundreds of trusted elites, all possessing cultivation at the Mahayana Realm or above.
And right in the middle of the execution ground, Lara was pinned kneeling on the ground.
She wore prison garb, her face pale, hair messy, and her whole body covered in blood, she had obviously suffered inhuman torture, her hands and feet were bound by shackles forged from Forbidden Magic Stones, rendering her completely unable to use the slightest spiritual energy.
Facing the countless mocking gazes around her, Lara showed no fear, looking at death as if she were returning home.
But in her heart, she was desperately praying silently.
Her prayer was not for herself to be saved. It was the hope that the Saint Lord absolutely must not fall for the Nether Earth Ghost King’s trap, and absolutely must not bring people to rescue her.
She knew exactly what terrifying forces were gathered on this island.
If the Saint Lord truly came, he would be on a one-way trip with no return.
Waiting from dark until dawn, the usually hot-tempered Alistair could not help but grow restless.
Using a mental transmission technique, he asked faintly. "Nether Earth Ghost King, can your scheme really succeed?"
"Will that Alex really come to seek death?"
Malakai also sneered coldly. "What kind of person is Alex? Ruthless as a snake, cunning as a fox, and has always used any means necessary."
"Would a mere woman make him walk right into a trap?"
"Your Excellency Nether Earth Ghost King, you are perhaps thinking a bit too naively."
The Nether Earth Ghost King’s expression remained unchanged as he smiled faintly. "Saint Lord Alistair, Saint Lord Malakai, please be patient."
"Based on my understanding of that Alex, he will absolutely come today without a doubt."
"That is why I specifically invited you two Saint Lords to lead the elites of your entire clans to come and support."
"However, in my plan, even if Alex comes, he might not necessarily be able to reach this execution platform."