"Stand firm, damn it, stand firm for me!"
Gui Zhan belonged to the Strange Ox Clan, his two massive horns made him particularly conspicuous in the crowd.
He listened to the sounds of his subordinates beating and cursing the enslaved People of the Wind Clan, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
For a full two hours, all the Wind Clan people were gathered in a large square.
Many among them were trembling in fear.
Because they all knew that once they were targeted by Gui Zhan, it spelled disaster and that death was not far away.
Around them, other Myriad Tribes Slaves watched the scene with blank stares, showing almost no reaction.
This sort of thing had happened too many times.
The first time they saw another race being taken away and then disappearing, the Myriad Tribes Slaves might feel anger, sorrow, and a sense of shared fate.
But when it had happened ten times, a hundred times, or a thousand times, they became numb.
As long as it didn't happen to their own race, they didn't feel the pain.
Gui Zhan stood up from his bone chair and loudly announced, "Wind Clan, your good days are here. The great Ghost Fox Lord wishes to meet with you personally..."
His words did nothing to inspire, instead causing more of the Wind Clan to start trembling.
Previously, Gui Zhan had said similar things.
Those who were taken away never returned.
To be summoned by the Ghost Fox Lord was almost synonymous with death among the prisoners and slaves of the Ten Thousand Foxes Domain.
"Devil, go to hell!"
A young man from the Wind Clan, merely at the Nascent Soul Realm, spat toward Gui Zhan.
Gui Zhan's large pupils glanced at that Wind Clan youth.
Bam!
That Wind Clan youth exploded instantly.
The power of the Nascent Soul Realm was no match for the gaze of a Fourth Tribulation Ghost Soldier.
"Devil, go to hell!"
"Devil, go to hell!"
The death of the youth did not instill fear among the Wind Clan; instead, it ignited resistance.
They were all sealed in cultivation, unable to fight back, but they could still use their words to voice final resistance.
"Foolish ants without a sense of life or death!"
Gui Zhan snapped his fingers.
Bam bam bam bam!
A series of explosions occurred, killing at least hundreds of Wind Clan people.
This was because the Wind Clan's population was sparse, and Gui Zhan did not slaughter too many of them.
If it were another race, Gui Tu would have killed tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, to set an example.
Feng Liu watched the scene silently, tears streaming down his face without knowing when it started.
Feng Hui's face grew redder with suppressed anger, almost unable to restrain himself from rushing out.
"Let our clan members be calm. There's no need for such meaningless sacrifice. Until the last moment, we should not give up our lives..."
Feng Liu urged Feng Hui to pacify the clan.
But even he did not believe his own words.
Everyone's cultivation level was sealed, and they were in the Ghost Realm.
No matter what they did, all that awaited them was death.
Feng Hui felt a sense of unwillingness but lacked the courage to defy the Clan Elder.
Just as he was about to persuade the clan, a man from the Wind Clan suddenly spoke up, "Uncle Liu, I disagree with your words."
Feng Liu turned and saw the speaker, his face showing a trace of sorrow.
Feng Zhan, once one of the Wind Clan's most brilliant talents.
Once fought a Sixth Tribulation Overlord against the odds with his Fifth Lightning Tribulation Cultivation.
It was by the hand of a Ghost Realm Lord that he was captured.
Feng Zhan coldly said, "When we are taken by Gui Zhan, we become nourishment for the Tower of Myriad Realms, feeding the energy for the Ghost Realm's invasion of the Ten Thousand Realms. If so, we might as well die now and avoid becoming traitors!"
Feng Zhan's words left Feng Liu speechless.
Up until now, even this clan genius had not lost his backbone, and his courage remained.
"It seems many do not believe my words..."
Gui Zhan suddenly floated into the air, letting all the Wind Clan people see him.
"This time, indeed, it is the Ghost Fox Lord summoning you. I did not lie..."
Gui Zhan's face held a puzzling smile as he said, "It seems no one wishes to believe my words. Very well, I swear upon the Ghost Path, your Wind Clan people will never become nourishment for the Tower of Myriad Realms. Now, do you believe me?"
As soon as Gui Zhan said this, all the slaves present were stunned.
What was going on?
The notorious Gui Zhan actually swore on the Ghost Path?
For the beings of the Ghost Realm, a Ghost Path oath was absolutely unbreakable. If one broke such an oath, they would be abandoned by the Ghost Realm, unable to use Ghost Technique again.
The Wind Clan wouldn't be sacrificed?
No one expected this outcome.
Even Feng Zhan, who had resolved to die, looked at Gui Zhan with suspicion and uncertainty.
The surrounding Myriad Tribes Slaves, upon realizing Gui Zhan was not lying, had a trace of emotion beyond numbness in their expressions—it was jealousy.
Why?
Why is it that when others are taken away, they face slaughter?
Yet the Wind Clan can escape death?
Thus, many in the Wan Clan looked at the Wind Clan with peculiar eyes.
Gui Zhan watched all of this with pride.
He loved the feeling of toying with human hearts like this.
He was, indeed, not lying. The Wind Clan wouldn't become nourishment for the Tower of Myriad Realms because they would become food for the Bone Lord.
By the Ghost Path above, Gui Zhan was an honest ghost creature.
"Of course, not every Wind Clan member gets to enjoy this opportunity. Only half of the Wind Clan have the privilege of meeting the great Ghost Fox Lord. Now, commence the drawing of lots. Those who draw a white lot may follow me, those with red lots stay behind."
Gui Zhan waved his hand, and numerous black round stones flew towards the Wind Clan people.
The Wind Clan people took the stones in their hands with bewilderment.
At the moment of touching the stone, its color changed. Some turned white, others red.
All the Wind Clan people's expressions were complicated, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.
Feng Liu sighed, reaching out to grab a stone—it was white.
Feng Hui also reached out, but his was red.
Feng Zhan gritted his teeth, unwilling to be toyed with by Gui Zhan like this, preferring death.
But now, seeing all his clan members making the choice, he had to extend his own hand.
What if, what if this was a chance at life?
He couldn't let his momentary impulse deprive his clan of a slim chance at survival.
Even if, even if the chance of survival was minuscule, almost zero.
He still had to take the gamble.
Smack!
Just as Feng Zhan reached out, a fair hand grabbed the stone ahead of him—it was white.
"You..."
Feng Zhan realized he didn't recognize this person.
The Wind Clan only had a few tens of thousands left, and he knew every member, yet he had never seen this person.
"Now it's your turn to draw..."
The stranger spoke slowly, with a smile on his face.
Feng Zhan was stunned for a moment, then took a round stone, white.
Gui Zhan, seeing that all the Wind Clan had made a choice, smiled and said, "Good, everyone who picked a white round stone, come with me!"
With a word from Gui Zhan, the white round stones emitted a faint light, and those Wind Clan members holding the white stones were enveloped in white light, involuntarily drifting toward Gui Zhan.
In Gui Zhan's ranks, there were hundreds of Three-Tribulation Ghost Soldiers and thousands of Second Order Ghost Soldiers, escorting these Wind Clan members.
They were not defending against resistance from the Wind Clan but against other Ghost Realm Overlords trying to seize slaves.
The Wind Clan were known to taste good, which was no secret in the Ghost Realm.
Many Overlords desired them greatly. Otherwise, the Wind Clan wouldn't be so few in number.
Gui Zhan had to be cautious.
"Who are you?"
With his cultivation sealed, Feng Zhan couldn't use divine sense and secretly used a universal hand gesture of the Ten Thousand Realms.
"Heavenly Realm, Lin Wudi."
The stranger used divine sense to convey the message.