It's truly delicious.
This sentence echoed in the minds of all the Wind Clan people.
At this moment, the faces of all the Wind Clan people changed.
In the past, they believed that the clan members who were taken away were killed and became nourishment for the Tower of Myriad Realms.
But now, hearing Ku Luo's words, they suddenly realized.
They were not merely nourishment for the Tower of Myriad Realms; they had clearly become a meal for Ghost Realm creatures.
"Hehe... No wonder, no wonder Gui Zhan made such an unusual vow, turns out, we were just food... hehe..."
Feng Liu was clearly laughing, yet it was a bitter and despairing laugh.
The Wind Clan once had its moment of glory.
At its peak, it occupied two of the Great Thousand Worlds.
But now, it had degenerated into becoming someone else's food.
"Ah ah..."
Some Wind Clan members went mad, roaring and shouting.
But they could do nothing.
Entrapped by the White Round Stone, they couldn't even commit suicide; how tragic is that!
Cries and desperate screams resounded among the Wind Clan people.
Even Feng Zhan stood there, stunned.
Food?
The Wind Clan people turned out to be food!
"Lin Wudi! Please, find a way to lift the seal for us, let us die fighting! I want to kill all these Ghost Realm monsters!"
Feng Zhan couldn't be bothered with gestures, directly speaking these words.
Lin Mu remained silent.
Ku Luo laughed loudly: "Seems like that fool Gui Zhan didn't tell you the truth, truly a fool..."
With a cold gaze, it swept across the bodies of the Wind Clan people, sneering, "I just want to let you know your fate in advance, to poison your hearts with resentment, with hatred, so that your bodies become more delicious... Hate me; the more you resent, the tastier it is..."
Ku Luo licked its tongue, like a Ghost Charm.
The Wind Clan people roared in anger but could offer no resistance.
Someone tried to bite their tongue to commit suicide, but their strong cultivation level quickly healed their wounds.
Even dying was impossible!
Despair spread among the Wind Clan.
Feng Zhan finally regained his senses and said to Lin Mu, "Lin Wudi, I want to tell your news..."
"No!"
Feng Zhan wanted to tell the clan about Lin Wudi, so they wouldn't be so desperate.
But his request was firmly rejected by Lin Mu.
Lin Mu coldly said, "Isn't Ku Luo asking you to hate it? Then hate! Now the more you hate, the happier the revenge will be!"
At the word "revenge," Feng Zhan's body trembled once again.
Revenge?
Did they really have a chance for revenge?
In a moment, Feng Zhan thought of many things.
From millions of clan members, they had fallen to only a few tens of thousands now.
Initially, they thought those members were turned into nourishment for the Tower of Myriad Realms, but they didn't expect they were actually eaten!
Crack!
Feng Zhan almost gnawed his teeth to pieces.
Revenge!
He wanted revenge!
With blood-red eyes, he looked at Lin Mu and nodded heavily.
Lin Mu, wrapped by the White Round Stone, slowly recovered the injuries in his Sea of Consciousness.
Just like that, two hours passed, and a giant Imperial Sky Flying Boat appeared before everyone.
Traveling from the Ghost Fox Territory to the Ku Huang Territory required the Flying Boat due to the vast distance.
The Imperial Sky Flying Boat in the Ghost Realm was different from that in the Heavenly Realm.
In the Heavenly Realm, the Imperial Sky Flying Boat required the Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor to drive it with the Tribulation Thunder Thought.
While in the Ghost Realm, the Imperial Sky Flying Boat used Ghastly Qi.
Ghastly Qi was ubiquitous in the Ghost Realm, inexhaustible, allowing the Flying Boat to be exceedingly fast.
It could nearly match the speed of the Flying Boat driven by an Overlord Level Tribulation Transcender.
Five days later.
The Imperial Sky Flying Boat slowly descended and stopped on a desolate mountain.
The Wind Clan people, along with Lin Mu, were escorted to a slave camp.
Compared to the slave camp in the Ten Thousand Foxes Domain, this one was clearly much smaller.
This was understandable, as the Ghost Fox Lord guarded the Tower of Myriad Realms, making it easier to enter other Ten Thousand Realms, providing more opportunities to seize slaves.
The Ku Huang Lord clearly did not enjoy such privileges.
"Wind Clan people?"
In the slave camp, an oddly-shaped race with a lengthy body covered in fur looked at the Wind Clan people with surprise.
"How interesting, to see living Wind Clan people."
The lanky man of the odd race smiled sinisterly, similar to Ku Luo.
Feng Liu looked at the man, frowning, "Ling Clan?"
The Ling Clan and Wind Clan had once battled over territorial disputes.
However, due to the Wind Clan's superior speed, they quickly gained the upper hand, leading the Ling Clan to give up the fight decisively, with few casualties.
"Hehe, members of the Wind Clan, have any of you participated in the Calf Realm battle, I, Ling Huayu!"
The Ling Clan's man exhibiting a fierce demeanor stood before the Wind Clan people.
At this point, a group of Ling Clan people appeared from all sides, seeming to encircle the Wind Clan.
Feng Liu frowned and spoke bitterly, "Daoist Ling, we are all slaves in the Ghost Realm now, must disputes arise over past grievances?"
He couldn't understand Ling Huayu's actions.
At this moment, shouldn't they hate the Ghost Realm together?
Ling Huayu sneered coldly, "Since death is inevitable, beating you Wind Clan folks before dying would also be revenge, and it's very satisfying for me!"
With Ling Huayu's words, thousands of Ling Clan people charged into the Wind Clan's ranks, starting a massacre.
The Ling Clan, belonging to the Beast Clan, even sealed their cultivation level, their physical strength naturally surpassing the Wind Clan people who possess human traits.
Thousands of Ling Clan people fiercely pummeled tens of thousands of Wind Clan members, one fighting ten.
People from the other three races around watched but did not intervene, nor did they attempt to mediate.
Feng Zhan, being the Wind Clan's talent, was prepared to be the first to charge up.
But thinking of the recovering Lin Wudi beside him, he contained his impulse.
At this time, Lin Wudi's identity must not be exposed.
Only when Ling Clan members approached would Feng Zhan take action to knock them down.
Without fail, the Wind Clan's talent, even with sealed cultivation level, still displayed combat prowess far more formidable than other clan members.
But soon, Feng Zhan's stalwart fighting style drew the Ling Clan's attention.
Ling Huayu sneered, "Oh, this one's still able to fight, everyone pile in!"
Seven or eight Ling Clan members, led by Ling Huayu, charged towards Feng Zhan.
With a colossal difference between the Wind Clan and Ling Clan races, even with sealed cultivation level, Feng Zhan couldn't resist the overwhelming numbers and was soon knocked down.
After knocking down Feng Zhan, Ling Huayu noticed Lin Mu beside him, dressed in plainer white attire, contrasting sharply with the surroundings.
"Dressed so cleanly, waiting to be served as an appetizer?"
Ling Huayu mocked, sparking laughter among the Ling Clan people.
In their eyes, turning Wind Clan people into food was utterly satisfying.
The Ling Clan people freely mocked the Wind Clan people.
Even the aged Clan Elder Feng Liu was beaten to the ground.
Once a noble Eighth Tribulation Overlord, reduced to being beaten by juniors, what a sorrowful fall.
Lin Mu acted indifferent, even closing his eyes, recovering the last shred of injury.
In two days, his injuries would be completely healed.
"Oh, still so arrogant, ignoring us? Hehe, break his limbs, see if he dares be arrogant!"
Ling Huayu's smile grew more sinister.
Meanwhile, ghost soldiers around watch as slaves fought among themselves, laughing loudly.