“I am afraid of many things in the vast fourth realm, but the last thing I’m afraid of is ghosts…” Lu Yun’s primary body slowly shimmered into existence. Hadal hellfire blazed around him and blasted the golden wind back before it had a chance to approach him.

The Fog Sovereign was a dead entity, so he could only struggle for survival in a place that was enveloped by the dao of burial, such as the current Eastern Cluster. All of his strength came from being a yin ghost, including his soul force that powered the Aureate Wind. Everything he commanded was the power of death.

Death was countered by hellfire.

An explosion of hadal hellfire swept away the three sovereigns’ power....