Chapter 615 How could a mere mortal like you understand?

Colorful streams of light flowed across the skeleton's body.The Ghost Lord's aura surged dramatically, enveloping the entire world in ghostly power. The earth shattered, and the energy fluctuations even affected the battle between Vermilion Bird and Zhuang Yongzhan.A flash of anger crossed Zhuang Yongzhan's eyes.Another rule-level power had appeared.The rule-level is a temporary definition, not permanent. Only on this battlefield does the Ghost Lord's power possess the rule-level. In a war dominated by the Celestial Realm, his ghostly power would be like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.Therefore, the definition of rule-level is simple—power capable of altering the course of a war!Li An's hands, capable of dismantling the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Cage, are undoubtedly rule-level.The Ghost Lord's hands are nearly the same!Suddenly!"Crack!"The two demonic blades forged from celestial gold were crushed to pieces.A flicker of terror crossed the eyes of the two demon realm leaders.The strength of the person before them far surpassed their own!A powerful sense of crisis surged through them, an instinct only felt when facing imminent death.Their souls trembled, their Dao hearts screamed.At this moment, standing before them was not some third-level Divine Realm expert.It was the Ghost Lord, possessing the power of dual-sequence zero, and a healed Heavenly Cripple, whose life rank was no different from that of a Celestial Realm being.To put it bluntly, he was the Underworld Emperor after a significant advancement in his cultivation, even stronger than the Underworld Emperor.That was the power of a crown prince!What could these two demon realm leaders possibly use to withstand it?A dazzling, deadly, multicolored, jade-like light of ghosts and gods, both alluring and deadly, engulfed the two demon realm leaders like a tsunami.The two demon realm leaders screamed for help in the multicolored ocean flowing with deadly power.But Zhuang Yongzhan was already struggling to survive himself, how could he help them?Zhuang Yongzhan could only watch helplessly as his subordinates were torn apart by the power of the demons and gods.A chill ran down his spine.Having led celestial troops in countless battles across the Heavenly Realm, he had never been defeated. His last death had left him resentful, but it was only because the opponent had used overwhelming power to forcibly kill him.But what about this second time?This time, those possessing rule-level power were not those established powerhouses.There was no external intervention.The ones leading this war were a group of young people in their early twenties.Even if they were chosen by Heaven, possessing unparalleled talent, they were still ultimately just a bunch of immature kids.Their cultivation levels weren't particularly high, they were within the normal range.He absolutely could not lose!"Celestial Technique, War Corpse!"Under normal circumstances, cultivating a powerful ancient corpse requires a long period of time and resources.But those who cultivate the Path of Death are different. The walking dead are inherently part of the path of death, so they can easily revive fallen warriors on the battlefield, allowing them to continue fighting as corpses, becoming battle corpses.The Ghost Lord saw two thin lines shoot from Zhuang Yongzhan's fingers, piercing the backs of the two demon realm leaders.The living were about to be transformed into battle corpses.He simply watched.A dozen seconds later, the two demon realm leaders' bodies turned bluish-black, and they raised their heads again, their eyes filled with bloodlust, ready to indiscriminately slaughter all those around them.At this moment, they were no longer demons; only their corpses were their kind.The Ghost Lord calmly watched all this, letting Zhuang Yongzhan complete his spellcasting without interruption.This even made Zhuang Yongzhan somewhat incredulous."Foolish young man, haven't you heard the saying? The price of underestimating your enemy is always death." The Ghost Lord let out a mocking laugh."You taught me a lesson.""I'll teach you a proverb too, 'To show off one's skill before an expert.'"To show off one's skill before an expert?What does that mean?Zhuang Yongzhan frowned.Suddenly, the Ghost Lord's body flashed and appeared before the two battle corpses, his palms striking their chests.Ghostly power surged into the battle corpses.Zhuang Yongzhan's face paled with terror!"How is this possible!?"His connection with the battle corpses vanished.At this moment, the Ghost Lord pointed at the spatial barrier behind him, and the two battle corpses abruptly turned and began bombarding the barrier alongside Li An."Do you understand the meaning of 'To show off one's skill before an expert' now?"The Ghost Lord shook his head and said, "Forget it. Someone like you, without talent, of humble origin, and not favored by heaven, cannot understand."These words struck Zhuang Yongzhan's Dao heart like a heavy hammer.Veins bulged on his face, extreme rage rising within him.The powerful beings of the Celestial Realm could understand human resistance and accept the human will to defy Heaven.This pleased them, because conversely, in the eyes of the human world, the Celestial Realm was the boundless heavens, possessing an inherently noble status.Until today.The Ghost Lord had turned against them."You, lacking talent, of humble origin, unfavored by Heaven."This had always been the Celestial Realm's way of speaking to the human world.When did it become the human world's turn to speak to the Celestial Realm?But lies don't hurt.If it were just the wailing of a clown, Zhuang Yongzhan would only laugh.But this person, before uttering those words, dealt him a fatal blow to his spirit.This was the first time Zhuang Yongzhan had aided the enemy on the battlefield.He thought that turning the two Demon Realm leaders into battle corpses was a clever tactic, guaranteed to delay the enemy's breakthrough of the spatial barrier.But after the Ghost Lord's palm strike.He became the clown.The right time, the right place, the right people. He hadn't caught up with the opportune moment, the terrain was being exploited by the enemy, and he had personally delivered two divine-level battle corpses to the enemy, meaning he had personally squandered his last advantage—human support.Furthermore, the Ghost Lord was rational and didn't attack Zhuang Yongzhan.Because he knew that no matter how strong he was, he couldn't interfere in the battle of the Seventh Heaven.Then he would lead the prisoners of war to attack the Slaughter Cage.He stood beside Li An, clasped his hands together in front of him, and slammed them down, saying in a deep voice, "Gates of Hell, open!"As soon as he finished speaking, the earth trembled, and the towering Gates of Hell rose from the ground behind him.Then…The creaking sound of the gates opening rang out.An endless army of undead surged out from behind the Ghost Lord.The exhausted Li An watched this scene and suddenly felt an urge to cry.He had considered countless ways to confront these Gates of Hell, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a solution because it was too monstrous.The army of the undead will relentlessly surge forth until the Ghost Lord's power is exhausted, or he dies, or someone manages to shatter the Gates of Hell.It's too difficult.He racked his brains, but he never expected that when he saw that unsolvable black gate again,the black gate wasn't facing him; instead, it stood beside him.