There were already way too many ghostly immortals in Astral Hell. In the past, White-Eyed Ghostly Lord was a well-known presence in Astral Hell, and there were many who knew him. But among the ghostly lords present, not many knew who he was.

Therefore, declaring his name raised a very lackluster reaction.

"Who is that yakking away!"

"Sick in the head."

"Go away!"

No matter how loud Wu Yu's voice was, it was drowned out by other louder voices.

After all, there were just too many ghostly immortals around.

However, they did not dare to stand where Wu Yu was, because they might be inadvertently hit by the ghostly immortals who were attacking the vortex.

The situation was absolute chaos, and some immediately turned their attacks on Wu Yu, annoyed with the nuisance. Everything was possible.

Wu Yu laughed coldly, and pulled out the Lasting Blood Banner, waving it like a flag in striking fashion. With an even louder voice, he boomed: "Father, it's me, White-Eyed Ghostly Lord! I'm not dead! Let me in qui...