Chapter 4077 Cyan Skin

The Element Spirit Civilization's sudden arrival only served to increase the tension on the Ghost Altar.

Tate simply shot Bacchus a smug look.

There was no need for word. A single look was all it took for him to say all that he needed to say.

'Since you chose the wrong side then this shall be your end...'

Bacchus knew the possible consequences of his actions but that did not mean that he regretted it. He continued to look at Tate straight in the eye. If this was the end, then he would go down fighting.

For him, he never chose the wrong side but just ran out of choices.

Back when Sanderson, Townsend, and Chauncey came to the Night View Island, they immediately chose the Red Demon race as allies and instigated them to kill off the Glede Demon race.

If it were not for Zen and his group, then the entire Glede Demon race would've been exterminated by now.

Since their accidental saviours were forced into a dead end, the best way that the Glede Demon race could repay them was to stay and fight until the end.

Claire's eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked at the scene in front of her.

"We chased all the way from the Grand Pure Realm and finally it came to an end..."

She had no animosity with Zen and his group even if she suffered defeat by their hands.

The reason why she was so excited was because she had failed so many times before yet now, victory was so close that she could almost taste it.

Claire felt like a fisherman stuck out at sea but unable to catch the elusive fishes needed to come back to shore.

But now, the fishes she so desperately sought for finally got tangled in her net. It was now time to haul them all in.

As soon as she finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on her right shoulder.

In the crack where her flesh should've been, there was only flames. It was like the cracked surface of a volcano where molten magma raged on.

From within this fiery crack rose a small, white dragon.

Despite looking so small and ordinary, this dragon actually contained a strange and powerful aura.

"Grrr..."

It circled Claire once before facing off against Zen and his group.

Claire reached out to touch her dragon's body and the formerly white scales promptly turned into red, set ablaze by her aura!

She knew of the fact that Zen had Holy Stones and could use the Light of Annihilation so she quickly took the necessary measures. This little dragon with its red, scaled armor would now be able to face-off against these humans with no problems.

"Kill them all," she ordered in a cold voice.

Yes, she harbored them no hatred but she did remember how Zen refused her kind offer several times before. Perhaps there was a part within her that felt just a bit bitter about that.

Since he was so ungrateful, then he could only meet his end this way.

"Grrr!"

The dragon roared and

ke a cicada in cold weather after they had entered the Ghost Mountain. There was no way they would dare break any rules here.

They didn't even dare to speak loudly, let alone fight at the Ghost Altar.

Of course, the validity of this rule was still in question.

In truth, these Great Ghost Priests hated humans especially Fuxi, the Snake Goddess, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi since they had the same appearance as the humans in the Ghost Mountain.

If anything, they would be very happy to see these troublemakers die.

The reason why they did not leave was because they personally wanted to see these humans die by the hands of these other fellows and send the news to the humans in the Ghost Mountain.

However, even if a huge chunk of Great Ghost Priests hated humans, a small portion was in favor of them.

This cyan-skinned Great Ghost Priest was actually one of them.

He was from the Jade Scale race and was a senior among the Great Ghost Priests.

"Ha-ha..."

Claire couldn't believe that this Great Ghost Priest actually expected her to listen. Despite his warning, she simply redirected the little dragon so that it would be able to swallow Zen.

It was quite a big mistake. "Boom!"

The huge finger pressed itself onto the little dragon's neck and nailed it onto the Ghost Altar.

Claire simply looked on as the cyan-skinned Great Ghost Priest glared at her coldly.

Throughout the Night View Island's history, anybody who ever dared to go against a Great Ghost Priest ended up dead.

As the finger held down the little dragon, it struggled desperately in the Ghost Altar and the fire scales that covered its body began to break under the immense pressure.

There was no change in Claire's expression, meanwhile, the Eye Spirit decided to move.

"Sir, I think this would interest you very much."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wolf tooth began to emerge from the eyeball.