Crane That Doesn’t Dance was once a master on the Heavenly List, naturally he had his pride. With this group of people mocking him, how could he endure it? He now had ten thousand ghost followers, dealing with these players was not challenging at all, he simply didn’t regard these people at all. Once they quieted down a bit, he spoke up, "Let be honest with you, the God-Demon Continent has already declined, it’s only a matter of ti before the Ghost Clan rules this place. Submit to , join the Ghost Clan, that’s your only way out!"
"Opposing the Ghost Clan will only lead to a dead end!"
Crane That Doesn’t Dance shook the giant sword in his hand and continued, "When the Ghost Clan invades the God-Demon Continent, there will be no place for you! I’m giving you one minute to consider, surrender to , and I promise you prosperity and wealth. If you still want to oppose , don’t bla for being ruthless!"
"Damn, Crane That Doesn’t Dance, when did you beco so shaless?"
A hot-tempered player cursed imdiately after hearing Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s words, "You’re just a traitor to the Human Race, having just latched onto the Ghost Clan’s thigh, now you co looking for trouble. You really think you’re sothing, don’t you? Idiot!"
"Well said! Crane That Doesn’t Dance, you’re just a death row inmate, barely escaping from the death prison, daring to cause trouble outside instead of staying hidden in your Ghost Realm, are you tired of living?"
"Crane That Doesn’t Dance, don’t think that just because you’ve beco a mber of the Ghost Clan, you can do whatever you want! There are still people in this world who can deal with you! My friend has connections with Overturning Water, let’s see if you can still laugh when he deals with you!"
It was widely known that Crane That Doesn’t Dance was imprisoned in the death prison. The reason he was restrained by Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained was all due to the Life and Death Post. They all understood this, bringing up Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained was just to make this kid get back to the Ghost Realm, and stop embarrassing himself here. A re death row prisoner, pretending to be a big shot!
Imdiately, all the players hurled mocking remarks at him, and the look on Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s face grew darker, his teeth grinding loudly.
"You’re all good, really good!"
Crane That Doesn’t Dance stepped forward, with a murderous aura, "Since you want to oppose , there’s nothing more to say, go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Crane That Doesn’t Dance jumped high, raised the skeletal giant sword, and slashed downwards.
He used a finishing move right off the bat, forming a huge skull head in the air like a teor, fiercely crashing down on the ground. Everyone was affected, each confused, their eyes filled only with fear, unable to control their bodies.
"Kill them all!"
After successfully rendering these players unable to control their bodies, Crane That Doesn’t Dance hesitated not a mont, imdiately rushing forward, initiating a bloody massacre. He didn’t forget to send all the ghost followers in after them, flooding into the crowd, instantly reversing the situation, casualties ramped up.
When these players ca to their senses, more than half of their teammates were already dead or injured, they no longer had the courage to oppose Crane That Doesn’t Dance, hurriedly fleeing to the distant, trying to escape and save their lives.
But the number of ghost followers was overwhelming, they were blocking them tightly, leaving no opportunities, causing these players to feel despair, hurling curses at Crane That Doesn’t Dance blind in anger at the brink of death.
Crane That Doesn’t Dance did not give them a chance to escape, personally putting an end to them, and it instantly beca much quieter around him.
This was the first battle on the God-Demon Continent, Crane That Doesn’t Dance claid an absolute victory, annihilating this group of players, a good on indicating he already had the capital to beco a local overlord, not fearing the arrival of more player teams!
After killing those players, Crane That Doesn’t Dance didn’t grow conceited, continuing to expand territory, striving to capture all the terrain of the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts before the next wave of players arrived, which would earn him a lot of honor points to exchange with Ghost King Sabi for more rewards to enhance his strength!
On the forums, under the relentless portrayal by these players, Crane That Doesn’t Dance once again entered the public eye.
Everyone realized that the opening of the Ghost Clan’s passage this ti was all due to Crane That Doesn’t Dance, disrupting their peaceful lives. Players almost cursed Crane That Doesn’t Dance out of existence, spontaneously forming an anti-Crane alliance, all heading towards the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts.
Crane That Doesn’t Dance didn’t care at all, having chosen the Ghost Realm camp, he was already at odds with the Human Race, getting cursed was normal, he didn’t let it bother him.
Even if they treated him like a street rat that everyone wants to beat, it wouldn’t matter. In this world, having the bigger fist is the hard truth. When the Ghost Clan fully conquers the God-Demon Continent, let’s see if they still dare to curse him!
Spurred by Crane That Doesn’t Dance, nearly three hundred thousand people ca, already having thods to deal with the Ghost Curse’s toxic fog, very easily entering the interior of the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. However, to their surprise, they couldn’t find a trace of Crane That Doesn’t Dance despite scouring the entire forest.
"Haha, that guy, Crane That Doesn’t Dance, ran away!"
"Lucky him, if he dares appear on the God-Demon Continent again, we won’t let him off!"
"Brothers, everyone go find the Ghost Clan passage, and destroy it!"
Three hundred thousand people was not a small scale, finding the Ghost Clan passage shouldn’t be difficult, but after working tirelessly for half a day, they still found nothing.
At this ti, Crane That Doesn’t Dance had already returned to the Ghost Realm. Before occupying the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, he had killed several five-man teams, earning quite a few honor points, but had also lost a significant number of ghost followers. To facilitate developnt on the God-Demon Continent, he intended to find Ghost King Sabi to exchange for so rewards. Those ten thousand ghost followers were far from enough, if he could elevate his rank, the odds of success would be even greater.
Unexpectedly, his departure this ti allowed him to evade the pursuit of three hundred thousand people, it was a stroke of luck after all.
But once back at the Ghost King Hall, he discovered that Shuxin was still there, surprisingly not yet in a hurry to head to the God-Demon Continent, and he had no idea what she was doing there.
"Why are you back? Encounter so setbacks?"
Ghost King Sabi looked down at Crane That Doesn’t Dance, speaking coldly, "Out of ten thousand ghost followers, less than half remain, you’ve really disappointed !"
"Sir, I ca back this ti to exchange honor points."
Crane That Doesn’t Dance quickly stated his purpose, knowing that Ghost King Sabi misunderstood him.
Exchange honor points?
Upon hearing this, Shuxin involuntarily raised an eyebrow, already having a grasp on the situation. She knew Zhang ng’s character, and before obtaining a large amount of honor points, he wouldn’t dare brag in front of NPCs.
It seems, within such a short ti, Zhang ng had quite a substantial gain. Shuxin didn’t envy him, only curious about what he had been up to during this period.
"Oh? Exchange honor points? How much do you have now?"
Ghost King Sabi fixed a cold gaze on Crane That Doesn’t Dance, "With so many ghost followers dead, if the honor points you’ve earned don’t satisfy , punishnt awaits!"
"Sir, I’ve already earned over 3000 honor points."
Crane That Doesn’t Dance was very confident about the honor points he possessed. After all, he killed so many players and occupied the entire Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. Should Ghost King Sabi find out about this, it would be impossible for him to be punished.
"That many?"
Ghost King Sabi was quite surprised, "How did you manage to do that in just a few hours?"
"It’s like this..."
Clearing his throat, Crane That Doesn’t Dance proceeded to nonchalantly recount his adventures in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts to the NPC, not particularly avoiding Shuxin, looking rather pleased with himself.
"What?"
Ghost King Sabi, excited, stood up, walking briskly to Crane That Doesn’t Dance, "You’ve gained the ability to release the Ghost Curse’s toxic fog?"
"I sohow got it when I was conferred the rank of Right General, uh, this isn’t a forbidden move, is it?"
Crane That Doesn’t Dance felt like sothing might be off, instinctively taking a few steps back, worried that if Ghost King Sabi revoked this ability, he’d regret it terribly?
Shuxin was staring intently at Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s back, face frozen like frost, her expression complex, pondering over sothing unknown.
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