2638: C2638 The High Priest of the Ghost Race!

C2638 The High Priest of the Ghost Race!

The Ghost King attacked with his white dagger. Although the King Cauldron's cultivation base was higher than the Ghost King's, in terms of strength, it wasn't much higher.

The other party was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, while he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. If it was normal, the difference in cultivation level was like the difference between heaven and earth.

However, the current situation was not simple. With the support of over ten thousand ghost experts, they were connected to the Ghost King. Under the constant supply of ghost energy, they became the Ghost King's strongest backing.

If this continued, the Ghost King would have endless power and would never tire. So what if Wang Ding had the strength of a Nascent Soul Holy King?

Even if he wasn't beaten to death, he would still be consumed to death!

Moreover, the Ghost King's combat strength was not much weaker than his. This was the talent of the ghost race. Their powerful physiques allowed them to possess combat strength that was stronger than their cultivation level.

Wang Ding immediately felt extremely humiliated. In front of the ghost race, not only was the Skysea Academy's reputation useless, it had even attracted a lot of hatred for him.

He had yet to figure out the cause and effect of the matter when the ghost race directly took action. They didn't even allow negotiations to be negotiated. Just how deep of a hatred was this?!

Wang Ding had a vague feeling that everything he had experienced seemed to have been arranged. There was a certain power pushing him to the abyss in secret, but he couldn't say what it felt like. He only felt that it was strange.

Moreover, he wasn't allowed to think too much during the battle, so he could only throw himself into the battle in peace.

The battle at the Nascent Soul Stage was extremely chaotic, and it would cause a landslide and a tsunami if he didn't come.

The guards who had come with Wang Ding also threw themselves into the battle against the ghost race without any hesitation. They only thought that they would be victorious if they could save someone.

However, they had underestimated the ghost race's strength!

The ghost race at the peak of the Golden Core realm was already comparable to an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if there were Nascent Soul experts among the guards, what could they change?

The battle had come and gone quickly. The strength of thousands of experts of the Ghost Race could not be underestimated. In just a short moment, the guards could not hold on any longer.

Let alone saving people, if this continued, they would have to sacrifice their lives!

"Elder Wang, we can't hold on any longer. Why don't we go back and invite the experts from the academy to annihilate these ghoul races in one fell swoop!"

A guard finally couldn't help but beg Wang Ding.

At this moment, he already had several ghastly wounds on his body, and blood was flowing incessantly. He had a premonition that if he continued to fight, he would be turned into a living target in at most a quarter of an hour.

When Wang Ding in the sky heard these words, he immediately became troubled.

He had promised Qin Feng to save the geniuses who had participated in the hunt, but not only had he failed to save them, he had even returned in a sorry state.

Wouldn't it be a little embarrassing to just return like this?

"Elder Wang! If we don't leave now, we really won't be able to leave!"

A person let out a miserable cry. This voice instantly woke up the hesitating Wang Ding!

Indeed, the current situation was extremely chaotic. Amongst his subordinates, No matter which one they were, they were all heavily injured and on the verge of collapse.

He had no doubt that the other party could use the sea of people tactic to drag them to death. Compared to face, life was more important!

"Let's go! Forget it, let's go!"

Wang Ding shouted loudly, and these guards instantly seemed as if they'd been granted amnesty, and they utilized their final means of fleeing as they flew out of the Black Mang Wasteland.

"Don't let them escape!" Seeing this, the Ghost King also chased after Wang Ding and the others.

At this moment, the Heaven's Pride experts who had been captured by the ghoul races were completely dumbfounded.

Originally, they thought that Wang Ding had come to save them, so they heaved a sigh of relief. They thought that they were saved, but now, they realized that Wang Ding and the others were unable to protect themselves. How could they have the time to save their lives?!1

Despair spread amongst everyone. No one had imagined that this unusual hunting battle would actually decide life and death so easily!

Just as Wang Ding left, a woman suddenly stood out among the many experts of the ghost race.

This was a ghost woman dressed in a black robe. There was a strange aura between her brows. She was like a human woman. She had long hair, but her long hair was terrifying. It dragged her to the ground.

However, the moment she walked out, many ghost experts immediately opened a path for her. No one dared to touch her long hair, afraid that they would touch her.

Her dark face. Only her eyes were especially bright. The dark blue staff in her hand had revealed her identity. She was the high priest of the Ghost Race!

There must be one in a tribe of the Ghost Tribe. A high priest was the foundation of the ghost race and one of the most mysterious existences of the ghost race.

At this moment, the High Priest of the ghost race looked in the direction Wang Ding and the others had left. His eyes suddenly became incomparably deep.

After a long time, she slowly said in a language that humans could understand, "The loss of the sacred object is not entirely a bad thing. I look forward to your rebirth!"

As she spoke, the entire place fell silent. The sound of a needle dropping could be heard!

The position of the High Priest could be seen clearly in the ghost race.

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On the other side, Wang Ding and the others were flying at high speed while the Ghost King and the other experts were chasing after them.

This Ghost King was known for his speed, and when he flew at full speed, his speed was no less than Wang Ding's, and even surpassed him.

At this moment, the guards were seriously injured, and their speed was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the guards of the Heavenly Sea Battleships were about to catch up, Wang Ding could only grit his teeth and summon a palm-sized Iron-armored Battleship.

The warship suddenly became a hundred times larger, and the space inside could accommodate dozens of people.

Wang Ding hurriedly called the guards to enter the warship. With full speed, the speed of the warship increased. It turned into a streak of black light and drew a beautiful arc in the sky of the Black Desolate Wasteland.

With the increase in speed, the Ghost King and the other pursuers were quickly thrown off.

The Iron-armored Warship was already Wang Ding's life-saving trump card. Its speed was extremely fast. Now that it was activated, it allowed him and the guards to quickly escape.

Soon, they saw the enormous Heavenly Sea Warship in the distance.

With a whoosh, the Iron-armored Warship arrived in front of the Heavenly Sea Warship.

Qin Feng saw Wang Ding rush out of the Iron-armored Warship. He also saw that the guards were covered in blood, and even injured their foundation. He immediately pretended to be surprised and said, "Elder Wang. You are..."

"There are too many ghosts. We have no way to save those geniuses. Why don't we hurry back to the capital and ask the experts of the academy to come and help us?"

Wang Ding quickly explained. Then, a group of people stepped onto the warship. The Heavenly Sea Warship immediately activated and flew towards the capital at high speed.

Although he was able to shake off the Ghost King's pursuit, Wang Ding couldn't be happy. This time, not only did he lose face, he didn't even save a single person.

"These ghosts are mischievous. Just you wait, I will make you suffer the wrath of the Tianhai Academy!"

Wang Ding's heart was burning with rage. He gritted his teeth and swore as he looked at the Black Mang Wasteland that was gradually disappearing from his sight.

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