Necropolis Immortal

prior to being baptized by the Hongmeng Tower.
Take Dusksnow Morningstar—though he’d defeated the Meteorite King in open combat, he was still a half step king before the tower acknowledged his efforts and bestowed a title upon him.

The strength of a king remained off limits to him, but the six strange figures had been able to obtain king level power in their own way!

The Meteorite King was well and truly panicking now.
If the six puppets had been a threat to him before, they could absolutely take his life now! His scarabs and vicious ghosts were jokes in front of this formation; they were no impediment to the six strange figures.

“Get out here!” he suddenly roared.

The ground beneath his feet split open once more and headless bodies crawled out from below.

Vicious ghosts!

These were yet more vicious ghosts.
When the heads flying through the air noted their arrival, they descended upon unoccupied necks with cheers of glee.

Hummm.

Rays of uncanny green light beamed from the newly born vicious ghosts and covered all of Meteorite Peak.
They came together and gradually solidified into a man in green.
He was tall and limber, with green hair past his shoulders.
Long, emerald green robes draped around him and his eyes shone with green light.

The man in green looked just like the Meteorite King!

When the green clad Meteorite King appeared, the spatial restriction forcefield abruptly doubled in strength.
Furiously battling in midair, the Purpleclad Duke and Dusksnow Morningstar fell down from the sky.

“What is going on here?!” When Morningstar picked himself up from the ground, he gaped at the green clad Meteorite King in midair.
He’d finally realized that something was wrong.

The Purpleclad Duke set his jaw with concentration.
He was under much more pressure than the genius.

“You can’t become a titled king here.
You’ll become his sacrificial good as soon as you do so!” he panted.
“The Meteorite King isn’t an arcane beast king at all, he’s a ghost king!”

All was eerily quiet on Meteorite Peak.
Gray wisps of smoke rose from the black scarabs and drifted around the mountain in a chilling manner, completely changing its appearance.
Lush forests and verdant growth vanished, replaced by mottled mud and rocks scattered in a mass grave.
Broken graves and shattered tombstones were jumbled in random piles throughout the gray landscape.

Chills skittered across the skin of all living beings in Meteorite Peak.

Up in the sky, the green clad Meteorite King waved and summoned the dying half of himself to his hand.
He tossed the king back out again, throwing him at Morningstar.

“I’ll let the others go if you kill him.
Otherwise, all of you will die,” he said coldly while looking at the genius.

As he spoke, he delivered a casual backhand and flattened Lu Yun’s six puppets.
The Thousand Obliteration Formation of the Six Royals and hardy puppets had no room with which to react.

Too strong!

A true titled king wasn’t a level of existence that Lu Yun could touch at the moment.
Inside the formation of illusion, he spat out a mouthful of blood and the little fox hastily kept him upright when he swayed.

“You will be a titled king if you kill him,” the green clad Meteorite King repeated coldly.

Dusksnow Morningstar’s fingers twitched.

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