Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 281 - 281 273 Ghost Flames_1

281: Chapter 273 Ghost Flames_1 281: Chapter 273 Ghost Flames_1 Blood energy was overflowing, and they fought until they were out of their minds, perhaps, every named War Soldier had a surge of resentment in their hearts.

Under the full onslaught of the tribal warriors, the erstwhile uninhibited Ghost Tribe was now retreating step by step, showing signs of defeat.

Piercing screams echoed in the darkness, and in the next instant, the screaming ghost’s shadow turned into a wisp of black smoke, crumbling into the void above.

As for the ten Ghost Generals, they were completely surrounded by the Blood Refining Realm warriors of the tribe.

Regardless of their incessant roars, their shadow-like combat qi surged like the tide, but they were still unable to break through their restraints.

The ghost flame in their eyes jumped ceaselessly, giving a sense of helplessness.

By this moment, these Ghost Generals who were once enveloped in a mist of darkness had revealed their true ghostly forms.

Some were terrifyingly hideous, others were stunningly handsome.

All of them were enveloped in an aura of shadow energy, empty and gloomy in their eye sockets, with shallow green-colored ghost flames leaping in the depths, indistinguishable from normal humans.

As the ghost flames flickered without any emotions, they emitted a chilling coldness upon scanning the members of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

There were howling ghost screams with each attack, which instilled fear in people and caused their momentum to drop by a third.

At this moment, the only ones who haven’t entered the fray were Xiao Chen and the Ghost Tribe leader.

Xiao Chen had already transformed into twelve-foot-tall bronze, battle bones imbued under his manifested skin, emanating esoteric patterns.

Each corner of his enormous body was filled with copious blood qi, causing his muscles to glimmer with a bronze-like radiance.

His two-star steed, Yu Feng, stood in the void, with golden flames burning ferociously.

Yu Feng was extremely furious at the Ghost Tribe warrior’s disdain, desperately wanting to pour out flames and incinerate him into nothing.

“Tonight is the most shadowy night of the month, the day our ghost tribe has been yearning for.

We’ll see how long a small human tribe can last!”

The dark fog, dense as ink, churned continuously.

Noticing the failure, even a slight retreat of his own attack, the dark fog, hovering in the void, continued to speak in a voice that was androgynous and faintly eerie.

“Evil spirits bring chaos to the human tribe, they deserve to die!”

Above the sky vault, Xiao Chen was seated on Yu Feng and gave a cold snort while raising his hand.

The green-colored flame ignited instantly on the Black War Spear held in his hand, vanquishing the cold darkness around him.

The profound combat qi then locked onto the ink-dark fog in an instant.

Boom!

The combat qi roared, its mighty aura rushed hundreds of feet in an instant, piercing the dark fog in front of it.

“What young vitality, devouring you will allow this commander to boost his ghost flame power, and to advance to the Ghost Marshal’s realm!”

An eerie voice rang again, and the next moment, strands of black hair spread from the dark fog.

Each strand was covered in deep purple drops of blood, spreading a rich smell of blood.

The dense blood strands intertwined and stuck to each other, forming a blood-red sword of several feet in size; however, the aura radiating from it was exceptionally evil, ready to confront the incoming spear.

Boom!

The green-color flame fiercely surged and exploded.

In an instant, it enveloped the blood sword and turned into a fireball of several feet in size, reducing the blood sword to a burnt fuel.

“You actually injured me!”

Immediately, an uncontrollable roar went out.

The original blood-colored sword was hastily withdrawn, but all that remained was half of it, oozing with a blood trail as thick as ink.

The blood sword then dispersed into strands of blood, densely interweaving and interconnecting.

Coinciding with the speaking of the black mist, the spreading blood strands ignited a tragic green ghost flame.

The green ghost flame didn’t emanate any warmth, but rather made the void even more bone-chillingly cold.

At this moment, it even condensed into ice crystals, falling to the Earth, producing a series of crisp and unnerving shattering sounds.

“Young human tribe blood food, I didn’t expect you to actually injure me, the leader.

Now, I will let you truly understand what a ghost tribe member who has ignited the green ghost flame at the peak of the Ghost General realm is like.

Furthermore, with Ghost Night’s shadow energy running rampant tonight, my strength is enough to rival a half-step Ghost Marshal.

You, a mere small tribal leader, are not capable of resisting me.

Oppose me and I will let you see for yourself how your own flesh and blood is refined by my ghost flame and reduced to dry bones.

I will let you die amidst endless pain!”

Pompous and arrogant voices echoed through the void, and by now, the green flames enveloped by the black mist were becoming even more vigorous.

The endless shadow energy between Heaven and Earth seemed like its fuel, even showcasing a wildfire effect at this moment!

“This is the ghost flame that I, the leader, have condensed after hundreds of years at the Ghost General realm.

Burn!

The human tribe’s blood food, contribute your pure flesh and blood essence to the great ghost tribe!”

The black mist rolled continuously, the ghost flame becoming increasingly vigorous, and the surrounding temperature was even more chilling.

Looking at the rampant ghost flame, within the black mist, two green flames flickered.

For over a decade, he has been waiting for this day to come.

As long as he could evolve into a Ghost Marshal, not only would his life evolution continue, he wouldn’t have to keep hiding like this, fleeing like livestock driven by the human tribe.

To evade the encirclement of the human tribe, he had to pay most of his accumulation to the human battle division.

Moreover, he had to tolerate their demands to eradicate their enemies.

Unexpectedly, this necessary attack turned into a blessing in disguise.

A powerful and pure warrior was found in this remote little tribe.

Originally, he needed a lot of time to advance to the rank of Ghost Marshal.

But if he devoured the soul and flesh of this warrior, he could solidify the ghost flame within a month and ignite the Ghost Marshal Flame within a couple of years!

Thinking of these benefits, the two ghost flames in the black mist flared up, revealing an intimidating chill, staring intently at Xiao Chen, with evident greed!

This ghost flame seemed to come from the Nine Nethers, even before getting close to Xiao Chen, he felt a bone-chilling coldness as if his marrow was frozen.

If it weren’t for the burning Sun’s energy that Yu Feng horse was distributing, he would have been frozen at this moment.

Roar!

The cold and evil atmosphere irritated the Heavenly Horse beneath him, causing it to let out a roar, and spit out a mouthful of gold-colored flame towards the incoming ghost flame.

Puff!

To their surprise, the flames, potent enough to burn mountains and boil stones, merely sustained for a few moments before being swallowed up by the sickly green flame.

Even the Supreme Yang Flame, the nemesis of cold things, was powerless at this moment because the young horse was too weak.

The nemesis is merely relative.

At this moment, the ghost flame has the upper hand, making it the nemesis of the Supreme Yang Flame.

“Humph!”

Xiao Chen sneered.

The next moment, the Heavenly Horse took flight, its golden tail feathers fluttering, and within a blink of an eye, it traversed hundreds of void feet to meet the bizarre ghost flame head-on.

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