Before the Head Elder's voice faded, shrill swishing noises came from afar.
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
Three silhouettes stood on clouds, drifting up and down along with airwaves.
"Hehe, all five of them are here." All three of them were in black outfits that had golden edges, and long cloaks decorated with patterns of ferocious ghosts. At this moment, the middle-aged one, who seemed to be the leader, fixed his eyes on the Wind Vulture and laughed in a cruel, creepy manner.
The Head Elder clearly knew that these three people were none other than the ghost guards from the Ghost Corpse Mountain, however, in order to be sure he still asked them.
"Who are you?"
"The people who are going to harvest your lives!" said the leader.
At the same time, he suddenly pulled out a long sword and swung it forward.
Puff!
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