In an office building with clear windows.

A beautiful girl in a small suit was talking on the phone.

"Okay... I understand... I'll do it as soon as possible..."

After hanging up the phone, she ran towards an office and knocked on the door hastily.

Two people in the room looked at her at the same time.

One is an old man with white hair and a strong spirit. He has an aura of calmness and self-reliance. It is obvious at a glance that he has been in a high position for a long time.

Opposite the old man is a very handsome middle-aged man with a charming smile on his face. He is the kind of uncle who attracts little girls the most.

"Qingyun, what's the matter?"

the old man asked gently.

The beautiful girl adjusted her breathing and said urgently: "President, Xincheng has been attacked by overlord-level extraordinary creatures, please ask for emergency support!"

The old man's expression remained unchanged: "Overlord creature? Do you know what race it is?"

"Hell Ghost King!" the girl said.

"Huh?"

The old man showed a hint of surprise: "It's the Ghost King of Hell again?"

Seeing the curious looks of the two men, the old man explained: "Thirty years ago, Xincheng encountered a rebellion by the Hell Ghost Lord, and I personally handled it. I didn't expect the same thing to happen again now."

After a pause, he shook his head and said: "It can't be a coincidence. It seems that I didn't handle it properly back then!"

The middle-aged man stood up and chuckled: "Just in time, President, let me go there!"

The old man nodded: "It is indeed appropriate for you to go, but don't be careless. If I guess correctly, the Hell Ghost King may have a combination skill created by combining two super-level skills, which is still a bit tricky."

"President, don't worry."

The man smiled and nodded to the girl. Then, a cyan shadow flashed past and his figure disappeared instantly.

…

Peace Street.

The battle between the members of the Xincheng Beastmaster Association and the ghost creatures is still going on, but the situation has become extremely bad.

Although a large number of ghost-type creatures have been killed, the ghosts around everyone are still as endless as the vast ocean.

The Golden Feather Cracking Sky Sculpture, the Rock Giant and the Ancient War Tree were already scarred, but none of the six-legged sword ghosts, four-armed black zombies and resentful evil spirits survived.

This is still the case when Hell Ghost King has been watching the show.

The worst thing is that except for the three king-level pet beasts, the bodies of the other pet beasts and beast masters have been corroded by ghost energy and have begun to transform into ghost-type creatures.

If they continue like this, not only will they not be able to defeat the Hell Ghost Lord, but they will also become the materials for the other party to become stronger.

Bang bang bang...

Li He finished the bullets in the magazine in one breath, then threw the pistol like a brick and pulled out the dagger from his waist.

It was very common for beastmasters to be equipped with firearms. Now she only regretted that she had too few bullets.

Huhhhhh...

Li He breathed heavily, glanced at the battlefield of the kings, and immediately looked away.

She knew the situation was dire, but she had no energy left to help.

As a gold-level beastmaster, she has a total of three pet beasts.

Two of the pet beasts have been taken back to the beast-controlling space by her due to serious injuries. Now the only one left to fight alongside her is her most powerful pet beast, Dark Flame Amethyst Tiger Qing'er.

Puff.

Qing'er breathed out two mouthfuls of fire, killing several ghosts and monsters. Her majestic face was full of exhaustion at this time, but before giving them any time to rest, more ghosts and ghosts came up again.

When an Onimusha rushed up, Qing'er moved a little slower due to exhaustion. A punch hit her back, causing a crack and her spine was broken.

She let out a cry of pain and collapsed.

"Qing'er!"

Li He's expression changed instantly.

Just as he was about to take Qing'er into the beast-controlling space, his head received a heavy blow, and it went blank for an instant. When he came back to his senses, what appeared in front of him was overwhelming ghosts and monsters.

"Is it over? I didn't expect that I would die here. I'm so unwilling!"

Li He looked in a daze, and before losing consciousness, the last thought that came to her mind was.

"If we all die, I don't know if anyone will remember to ask Lu Yang for credit."

Then, her consciousness fell into complete darkness.

This seems to be a signal.

After Li He fell, Wu Zhaofang and several other gold-level beastmasters were also overwhelmed by ghosts.

"Xiaohe, Zhaofang..."

Feng Liangji's eyes were full of pain and sadness.

I thought it was just an exploration, but I didn't expect it to turn into what it is now.

It's not that they don't want to retreat.

After the ghost prison is opened, only entry and no exit are allowed unless it is broken by violence.

"Hopefully we can hold off until support arrives."

Feng Liangji sighed and his eyes became sharp again: "Xiao Jin, death cutting!"

Buzz.

There was a special wave in the air.

The Golden Feather Cracking Sky Eagle got rid of the entanglement of its four arms, flew into the sky, spread its wings, and a bright golden light suddenly burst out from outside its body. Its huge body turned into a golden giant blade, and the sharp energy instantly filled the entire sky.

On Heping Street, all the ghosts and monsters trembled, feeling as if they would be split into two in the next moment.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by the sharp sound of the air being torn apart, the golden giant blade spurted out, leaving a clearly visible white mark, as if the sky was split open.

The four-armed black man was not afraid, his body was wrapped with heavy black light, and he roared and rushed forward.

Dangdangdang...

Its four fists turned into countless phantoms, punching one after another at the golden giant blade transformed from the Golden Feather Cracking Sky Sculpture. Each punch was accompanied by large sparks, as if it was forging metal with a hammer.

The deafening sound even shocked an awakened ghost nearby to death.

After a brief stalemate, with a pop, the giant golden blade broke through the phantom formed by the fist, passed by, cut the four-armed black zombie in half, and continued to rush towards the Hell Ghost King with undiminished momentum.

Feng Liangji knew very well that there was no point in entangled with the four-armed black zombie. If he could not defeat the Hell Ghost Lord, the battle would never end.

"Quack, quack, good attack!"

The Hell Ghost Lord stretched out his skinny palm and shook it gently. The black mist condensed into a sharp and ferocious spear, and then he threw it violently.

Whoosh.

The black spear turned into a stream of light and collided with the golden giant blade.

Puff.

The black spear broke through the obstacle and rushed into the sky. The Golden Feather Split Sky Eagle hit the ground headfirst, with a hole in its wings.

Hell Ghost Lord held his hand again, and the black mist condensed into black pillars, forming a huge cage and surrounding the Golden Feather Cracking Sky Eagle.

Feng Liangji's expression changed: "Xiao Jin, rush out!"

"Chirp!"

The Golden Feather Cracking Sky Eagle waved its wings and was about to take off when a black shadow flashed and a huge fist came down, slamming it back with a thud.

His four arms were black and stiff.

The vital points of most ghost creatures are different from ordinary creatures, and cutting them in half cannot kill them.

Seeing that Feng Liangji and the Jinyu Sky-Splitting Eagle were about to be trapped to death, a big foot fell from the sky.

Boom!

The prison of the underworld is shattered.

Lu Hetai arrived in time with the ancient war tree, followed by a group of war puppets, constantly strangling nearby ghosts and monsters.

Feng Liangji took a breath: "Lao Lu, we may have to explain here today!"

Lu Hetai's expression was dull: "As long as it can hold back the Hell Ghost Lord, it's worth it."

Feng Liangji nodded.

The brief exchange ended here, and the battle broke out again.

This is not an anime, the ghosts will not just watch them chatting and remain indifferent.
To be continued...