The black cloud he was on quickly flew over from the horizon. This enormous minotaur god was over a hundred thousand meters tall. From the horizon, an enormous black cloud began to roll over, and atop that cloud was an enormous minotaur god who was glowing with black light. The countless ghosts all raised their heads to stare at the sky. “Ji Ning!” A thunderous sound seemed to echo in the world. One day, after a long, long period of dazed walking. Fortunately, ghosts didn’t get hungry or thirsty.
He had walked in a daze for a long time already. If he spoke, he might be whipped by that minotaur. Ji Ning walked for a very long time in that endless line of ghosts. No matter how glorious they had been in the past, in death, they now had nothing. Many of them were roaring in anger as they were beaten, but quickly, they were beaten to the point of understanding…that they were dead. How dare you strike me! I’ll eat you! Grrr!” “Stop hitting me!” “Ah!” The ghosts who had just reached the Netherworld Kingdom didn’t know they were dead. “My father is the Devil King of the Great Snowy Mountain. Some of these white-dressed people would shake their heads and sigh. At the end of each line, more people in white would suddenly appear. Countless men in white clothes formed into a line, like a long, sinuous dragon, as they slowly moved forwards. Ji Ning followed the rest of the regiment. When he heard the arrogant boastings of the prince, Ji Ning couldn’t help but feel suspicious “Ten million citizens? Thirty thousand armored horsemen? In the modern Earth, where would one find thirty thousand armored horsemen?” “Faster!” The massive, glowing minotaur demon soldier stared at Ji Ning and brayed.
He couldn’t help but stare with curiosity at the unfamiliar surroundings. So that means…this is the Netherworld Kingdom?” Ji Ning appeared out of nowhere. He struck the ghost who had been arrogantly proclaiming that he was a prince several dozen times, only stopping when the ghost’s soul had almost dissipated. The whip flashed like lightning, striking on the bodies of the souls of the dead. Faster!” “You are a prince? You ruled over tens of millions of citizens and thirty thousand armored horsemen? In the Netherworld Kingdom, you human princes are nothing!” Smack! Smack! A tall, powerful-looking demonic soldier, his face mean and vicious, snarled angrily as he lashed out with his whip repeatedly.
Book 1 – The Ji Clan of Swallow Mountain Chapter 1 – The Land of the Dead “Walk faster!” “You’ve already died and become a ghost.
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