The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3418 - 3413: Formulating a Plan_1

Meanwhile, as Yang Chen rampaged wildly in the Outer Darkflow Universe, a heavy silence blanketed the inner cosmos, dense ghost qi swirling thickly all around.

A bone-chilling dread permeated this hushed domain, pierced now and then by ghostly, sorrowful cries.

Right then, a band of Ghost King powerhouses dashed along a trail paved with skulls, their faces twisted in worry, hurrying like bearers of dire news.

Soon enough, the Ghost Kings halted their steps.

They gathered before a massive cavern entrance.

Deep inside the cavern, a bony elder clutched a skull-topped staff, sitting motionless with a blank face.

A suffocating death aura poured from his form, instilling the fear of instant death in anyone daring to approach.

Yang Chen, if present, would instantly spot the Law of Death at work here.

Yet, this elder's mastery of the Law of Death proved utterly phenomenal.

"Greetings, Night Lord Ghost Ancestor."

"Greetings, Ghost Ancestor!"

Evidently, much like human Daoist Ancestors surpassing the Heaven-appointed Realm, Ghost Ancestors reigned as supreme existences at the apex of their domain.

"You bunch of failures. You just borrowed Heaven-appointed Realm powerhouses not long ago, and you're back already. What's happening? Has the turmoil not been quelled?" The Night Lord Ghost Ancestor rumbled deeply.

"Ancestor, it's not our incompetence. This foe is far too formidable. We've launched several assaults to seize him, yet we can't even catch a glimpse of him. Capturing him matters little now. The real threat is his swift method to dismantle the Gates of Life and Death, freeing enslaved tribes from countless clans in droves."

"Indeed, those freed tribes are sowing disorder on the Periphery, stirring up massive unrest. With most of our Dark Flow Universe Periphery's elites shifted to the Forbidden Spirit Palace, the leftover Heaven-appointed Realm forces fall short. Even your reinforcements barely contain the uprising. This brat slips away like a greased serpent—we haven't spotted him, much less nabbed him."

Upon their report, the Night Lord Ghost Ancestor's face grew icier.

He pondered briefly, then responded steadily, "Fine... From your words, this intruder excels at evasion. Since he targets only the Gates of Life and Death without clashing head-on, he's tough for you to handle. The Periphery was once our strongest fortress, but pulling forces to the Forbidden Spirit Palace has left it vulnerable."

"That's precisely why we've come begging you, Night Lord Ghost Ancestor, for a solution against this menace. If it drags on, the chaos could engulf the entire Dark Flow Universe exterior." The Ghost King experts pleaded earnestly.

"Why not summon Lord Yan directly..."

The Night Lord Ghost Ancestor snapped sharply, "Insolence! Disturb Lord Yan over this petty issue? Do you grasp the shame that brings? Lord Yan is immersed in the Luo Tian Scripture and must not be bothered. I'll manage this. As Night Lord Ghost Ancestor, I oversee the Outer Darkflow Universe. This punk can't flee my sight."

Hearing that, the powerhouses lit up with relief, "We beseech you, Night Lord Ghost Ancestor, to strike now."

The Night Lord Ghost Ancestor rose steadily, a colossal ghostly talon bursting from his midsection.

This spectral claw ripped open the space ahead, unveiling a vista from the Outer Darkflow Universe.

His piercing gaze swept the projection, scenes flashing rapidly across it.

Every flicker unveiled fresh corners of the cosmic expanse.

Clearly, the Night Lord Ghost Ancestor scoured the visions frantically, hunting for Yang Chen's trace.

The chaotic scenes revealed the Outer Universe's turmoil, as cornered tribal elites battled fiercely against Netherworld powerhouses.

At this sight, the Night Lord Ghost Ancestor's look hardened, swiftly flipping to another view.

After flipping through countless scenes, he at last paused.

His gaze locked onto a youth laboring at the Gates of Life and Death.

A closer look confirmed it was Yang Chen himself.

Spotting Yang Chen, the Night Lord Ghost Ancestor flashed a sinister smirk.

"There he is at last. Still meddling with the Gates of Life and Death. See, Ghost Ancestor—watch how they vanish in a flash."

In the projection, the assembled experts observed clearly. They couldn't discern Yang Chen's exact trick on the Gates of Life and Death, but they disappeared instantly without a trace.

This technique for erasing the Gates of Life and Death was downright miraculous. Their gates stayed impregnable precisely because removal demanded ages, allowing reinforcements from other realms to swarm in.

Yet Yang Chen yanked them out so fast that nearby experts scarcely reacted. He'd clearly honed the skill.

"I get it now. Fascinating. This brat has boldly invaded our domain, shunning heaven's gate to crash through hell's door." The Night Lord Ghost Ancestor sneered coldly.

"Who is this guy...?"

The other Ghost Kings looked baffled.

"This is none other than Yang Chen!"

"The one with Lord Yan's personal Wanted Order?"

Though these Ghost Kings might not know Yang Chen's face, his name rang bells.

In fact, they initially dismissed him until Lord Yan's Wanted Order forced their notice.

That prompted heightened vigilance, upgrading him to a Red Arrest Warrant.

What signified the Red Arrest Warrant?

Red, green, blue, cyan, purple!

Red marked the top-tier pursuit, descending through colors. Yang Chen's level outranked typical Heaven-appointed Realm foes, rivaled only by select human Daoist Ancestor titans.

"It's this punk. Let's rush and slay him!"

"Hmph, slay him? What tricks do you have to snag him? You'd just alert him and let him bolt." The Night Lord Ghost Ancestor scoffed. "Hold steady. He's prime game—don't spook him, or you'll answer to me. Against him, we craft a solid scheme. We know his spot now, while he's clueless we've pinned him."