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It is said that there is a sixth-level peak fierce soul sitting in Forging City, but, there are twelve ghosts on my side. With mental calculations or unintentional, it seems that there is no opportunity!

You can plan it well. The Treasure Trove of the Greatest Emperor, Mark felt his saliva gurgling out.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already ransacked the treasure house of the Emperor of the Mist before, Mark would not have had such a bold idea at this moment. And as soon as this thought came to him, it was like a drug that had tasted it, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Leaving the room where Kavien was, Mark began to open room by room, and when he cracked open the door to the last room, he found that there were eleven ghosts in all twelve small rooms.

And among these eleven ghosts, there were actually six sixth-level ghosts, and among the remaining ghosts, except for one fourth-level ghost, the remaining four also reached the fifth-level level, which made Mark happy. He felt his whimsical idea suddenly become within reach at this moment.

The rest was simple, Mark approached them individually one by one, and only after everyone had taken a soul oath did he carefully release them.

Although the device that imprisons the Spirits is strong, the focus is still on the role of imprisoning souls.

The ghost clan has no physical body, and once the soul is imprisoned, the strength of the body cannot be exerted at all.

When they broke free from the restraints and a powerful soul aura was fully revealed in front of Mark, he was shocked to find that there were actually four fierce souls, including Kavien, who had reached the peak of the sixth level.

This gave Mark more confidence in his plan. But it also made him secretly wary of these ghosts in his heart.

None of the powerhouses at the peak of the sixth level are so easy to get along with. Especially these ghosts, all of them are geniuses among geniuses. Mark doesn't think his IQ is worth the eleven of them!

Mark has his own little ninety-nine in his heart, and the eleven ghosts over there are also recognizing each other in surprise.

"Are you—are you—the Prince of Holy Souls?" Kavine's face changed as the eleven spirits gathered together, and he suddenly pointed at one of the sixth-level peak ghosts and shouted.

"Holy Soul Prince?" the rest of the spirits shook in unison, and they all looked at the slightly taller ghost that Kavien was pointing at.

"Yes, I am the Holy Soul!" the Holy Spirit nodded very seriously with a solemn face.

"See the Holy Soul Prince!" the rest of the ghosts heard this, and hurriedly bowed deeply and saluted respectfully.

"Holy Soul Prince, my name is Iska, and under your leadership, my Wraith Clan Resistance Army has gained some momentum, but I don't want to—" A sturdy-looking Wraith spoke.

"yes! I didn't expect you to be alive! It's great!" Kavien took over, and now his face was still as calm as he had spoken to Mark before, and he almost danced with excitement.

Although the Holy Soul Prince had just been freed from his shackles, there was still no joy or anger on the expression on his face. He first asked the ghosts around him to introduce themselves, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke:

"For countless years, my Ghost Clan has been the meal of the nobles of the Fierce Soul Clan, the weak eat the strong! Our strength is too small, even now, in front of the Fierce Soul Clan's several cosmic overlords, we are just a few big ants. So—"

Speaking of this, the Holy Spirit looked around at the many ghosts around him, and then continued:

"So the moment I regained my freedom, I decided to take advantage of this great opportunity to lead the Ghost Clan to withdraw from the Nightmare World!"

"Exit the Nightmare World?"

"But Prince, this is our roots, our hometown, we can find a remote island to hide and secretly develop our strength!" said one of the fifth-level ghosts excitedly. The other ghosts also looked at each other, not knowing how to speak for a while.

"Yes, this is our hometown, but as this Terran friend said, now that the Evil Spirit Clan is attacking the wizarding world, once they come back, how can we develop with peace of mind under the noses of the three cosmic overlords?"

"Uh-" The ghost from before was dumbfounded, his face full of bitterness.

"Therefore, taking advantage of this good opportunity, we must lead as many people as possible to leave, and go to the universe to find a place that can accommodate us and then try to develop. Don't worry, we're going to be back sooner or later!" the Holy Spirit's face finally showed a resolute expression at this moment.

Just when the Holy Soul Prince, with the support of all the ghosts, began to assign their respective tasks. Mark finally couldn't bear it anymore, once he let these ghosts go, how could he carry out his plan?

So Mark took a few steps forward and said:

"Venerable Holy Soul Prince, your plan is impeccable, and you can say that you have a long-term vision, but I have a doubt that I don't know whether to talk about it or not. ”

The Holy Soul was interrupted in the middle of his words and frowned, but he still gave more patience to Mark, the life-saving benefactor: "Please speak!"

"After leaving the Nightmare World, how will you and your large number of people develop in a completely new and unfamiliar environment in the future under the condition of lack of resources?"

Mark paused at this point, and seeing that all the ghosts were moved by his words, he smiled and continued:

"Now that the Fierce Soul Clan is on an expedition to the wizarding world, the Forging City, which was originally dominated by the Great Emperor, is only less than three days away from here, and it is said that there is only one sixth-level peak Fierce Soul in this Forging City, and this kind of defense can be said to be extremely weak for you. If—"

When the Holy Soul heard this, a glint suddenly burst out in his originally calm eyes, and then Mark's words continued:

"If we can ransack this city, then—"

"Then the rise of my Ghost Clan can be expected!" Iska took the Holy Soul's words, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Sometimes he doesn't do it because he didn't think about it, and once he thinks about it, after comparing the success rate and the benefits that can be obtained after success, Mark believes that no one can turn down this golden opportunity. Especially in the current state of the Spirits.

"This is indeed a good opportunity! God has given us the opportunity of the Ghost Clan! But having said that, there is hope for success, but this Forging City is not so easy to break!" said the old and solemn Kavien, squinting his eyes. Although his mouth was ambiguous, it could be seen from his slightly trembling hands that he had already been tempted.

Mark laughed and added them another chip that they couldn't refuse:

"With mental calculations and unintentional calculations, it can be said that we have a great chance of success! You know, there is not only one treasure house of the Infinite Emperor in Forging City, but also the treasury of the entire Infinite Continent, at least twenty or more collections of world masters, plus the wealth that countless Fierce Soul Clan nobles have looted over the years, how much value do you guess it will be?"

Mark paused at this point, his eyes scanning the ghosts in the room, and he found that except for the Holy Spirits, everyone else could no longer control the expressions on their faces. The heart hanging in his chest slowly fell at this moment.

He had already gotten enough before, and if he could defuse the catastrophe of the wizarding world before leaving, it would be a perfect ending. (To be continued.) )