Chapter 592: Invincible Headless Man (1/2)

Chapter 592: Invincible Headless Man

An eternal existence with a true treasure was virtually unbeatable, yet one was being handled like a chicken by the headless man. The eternal existence’s true treasure couldn’t harm his captor at all!

The stupefied crowd couldn’t believe their own eyes. They watched this powerful ancestor face off against the headless man.

One ancestor whispered: “Is this an Immortal Emperor?”

Only an Immortal Emperor had the power to make an eternal existence seem so helpless.

However, this headless person didn’t look like an Immortal Emperor at all since he lacked the divine and imperial aura. The stranger part was that he didn’t have a head.

“Run, we’re seeing a ghost!” A ghost ancestor shook his body to wake up from his daze. His intuition told him that the worst was yet to come. With that said, he turned around and fled.

The hundreds of thousands of ghost experts were stunned. Ghost? They are the ghosts and were known as such by others.

Now, to say that the ghost race was meeting a ghost was a ridiculous joke. However, no one dared to laugh at this moment.

“Run!” The other ancestors also calmed down and shouted at their tribe members and disciples.

Everyone turned around to flee.

However, at this time, the headless man swung his sleeve and caused a raging wind to appear. Countless experts were sucked into his sleeve.

The ancestors cried out: “No!” They used their strongest merit laws and even emperor’s weapons to try to escape the engulfing force, but it was all in vain.

In a short period of time, countless ghost experts were sucked inside, including the masters from the Ancestral City.

The Ancestral City Lord wanted to run, but he couldn’t elude the headless man’s spread sleeve. He roared and took out his best weapon in an attempt to seal the source of the vacuum, but it was in vain. Ultimately, the lord was sucked up as well despite his unwillingness.

“No!” Screams continuously resounded as several hundreds of thousands of ghosts, including Heavenly Kings and ancestors, all suffered the same fate.

This spectacular scene didn’t care for any of the struggles and unwilling screams of the victims as all of them became prisoners to the headless man’s sleeve.

As for cultivators below the Ancient Saint realm from the ghost race… Although the headless man didn’t suck all of them up, they didn’t have the strength to get up and escape with their legs feeble due to fear.

In a short amount of time, one-third of all the ghost cultivators were inhaled, including all the experts at Ancient Saint and above.

At this point, the headless man swung his sleeve and all of the trapped ghost cultivators were thrown into the lost island’s mist.

“Ahhh!” Miserable screams appeared from all the cultivators being thrown towards the island.

“Bam! Bam! Bam!” All of them were turned into a rain of blood. This fascinating carnage scared everyone out of their wits.

The flowers of blood slowly dissipated along with the mist, revealing the true face of the lost mythical island.

The remaining ghosts all squatted down on the ground as their hearts sank from fear. They no longer had the courage to withstand or face their impending doom. Even the ancestors were mere ants to the headless man, so what’s there to say about themselves?

The headless man was without a head, but his divine intent resonated as loud as thunder: “Those who help the enemy, scram back to your lairs!”