At this moment, the faces of the Ghost Sovereigns were lit with joy. John Chou’s intentions were clear: if the rumor spread in the world of the living that Quentin Kue had already died in Abyssal Hell, it would eventually reach the ears of the minor judges serving under the Four Grand Judges.
Once the minor judges under the Four Grand Judges heard the news, they would be ecstatic. In the hierarchy of the Underworld, the Four Grand Judges rank just below the Yama Kings—everyone wants to vie for their positions. If Quentin Kue fails to appear for long enough, rumor will become reality.
“Based on my calculations, it will only take a few months before those minor judges will find some excuse to come inspect Abyssal Hell. They’ll bring the tokens of other palace Yama Kings to check, and when that happens, we’ll have our chance to escape.”
Mona Ouyang stared at John Chou in confusion, her expression betraying disbelief.
“Will things really go as you wish?”
“If you spread the word carelessly, it definitely won’t go as I wish. But if you target those ambitious minor judges in the Underworld, what do you think will happen?”
Mona Ouyang nodded, while Redmond snorted dismissively.
“Is all this trouble really necessary? If we catch Quentin Kue slipping up, we can just take him out ourselves.”
But Redmond quickly fell silent. Yuna Ji and Lord Shenyan were glaring at him, their faces grim. John Chou looked toward the cave entrance.
“First, we have to stay hidden during this period. Quentin Kue has probably already blended in among the skeletons, searching everywhere for us.”
The scene shifted. Sure enough, outside one of the cave entrances, Quentin Kue stood at the mouth. From his fingertip, a wisp of red Specter Web drifted out, softly landing on the ground and instantly blending in with the earth. Then it began to move slowly. This Specter Web was special—completely undetectable.
Quentin Kue had already searched countless caves. His goal was to find out exactly which cave John Chou and his group were hiding in. He couldn’t quite understand how they vanished right under his nose, but as long as he spread his Specter Web through every cave, they wouldn’t be able to escape.
It was like a game of hide-and-seek. By now, John Chou’s group had left the cave and were heading toward the central volcano.
“Is John Chou really going up there?”
By now, John Chou’s group had taken on the appearance of skeletons. John Chou nodded.
“Wasn’t Quentin Kue at the top of the mountain before? When the skeletons chased after him, they couldn’t find him, right, Yuna Ji?”
John Chou glanced back at Yuna Ji. She nodded.
“My soldiers didn’t find him. No idea where he went, and he wasn’t in the cave.”
Soon, all Seven Ghost Sovereigns reached the vicinity of the volcano. Yuna Ji sat down and closed her eyes. Very quickly, she understood.
“No matter where I look, I can’t find Quentin Kue.”
Yuna Ji seemed to be able to see everything, constantly reporting on the situation in all four sectors.
I watched quietly with the Wraithlord. At that moment, Quentin Kue was on the ice field, not far from John Chou’s group, blending in among the skeletons and heading toward the glacier. The skeletons were conversing, and Quentin Kue looked at them in surprise—they all had their own consciousness, and their inner ghost souls hadn’t lost their memories despite the time-space distortion of Abyssal Hell.
But at that moment, Quentin Kue stopped and looked back at the volcano’s mouth. His hollow skeleton eye sockets glowed faintly red—a weak light, barely noticeable on the icy plain. Suddenly, Quentin Kue’s eyes widened. Watching from the side, I was startled; he seemed to have seen something and began to walk slowly toward the volcano’s summit.
“Is there anything else you need to tell me? If not, I’m leaving.”
Mona Ouyang looked impatiently around, worried about her own body—what if she was exposed here? Her concern was justified. As she watched, Quentin Kue had already become part of the volcano’s surrounding mist, slowly drifting toward the Seven Ghost Sovereigns.
John Chou and the others were still discussing their next move and how to conceal Mona Ouyang’s ghost body, completely unaware that Quentin Kue was already closing in on them.
“This battle is truly spectacular, Earth Soul. I was drawn in by their long, drawn-out struggle, so I started recording everything in Abyssal Hell. Their strength is still far below Quentin Kue’s—even after a hundred years, it won’t change. Only after all they’ve gained and endured in Abyssal Hell, after decades of lying low in the world of the living, did it finally bear fruit.”
I seemed to understand why the Wraithlord wanted me to witness all this. The real clash was only just beginning. Quentin Kue had already reached halfway up the mountain, but the Ghost Sovereigns hadn’t noticed. Mist swirled around the volcano, but they weren’t concerned—thanks to Basil Bertram’s power, Quentin Kue wouldn’t find them so easily.
Yet what the Ghost Sovereigns couldn’t imagine was that Quentin Kue’s mastery of ghost aura had reached terrifying heights—like the insight John Chou once gained, ghost aura could be split and manipulated, and so could ghost souls.
Bit by bit, Quentin Kue drew closer to the Ghost Sovereigns. He didn’t intend to hold back any longer; if he could eliminate them early, all would be well. I knew Quentin Kue’s mindset clearly—if he sensed any threat he couldn’t control, he’d do whatever it took to kill.
I’d always wondered why Quentin Kue fought so fiercely against Lord Shenyan, to the point where both were left gravely wounded. After long observation, I think I’ve found the reason: Lord Shenyan possesses Hellfire—a power no ordinary ghost should have. Though I don’t fully understand why, I can’t shake the feeling that Quentin Kue and Lord Shenyan are somehow alike.
My heart raced as I watched Quentin Kue inch closer to the Seven Ghost Sovereigns. John Chou stood up and stared into the distance.
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“No matter how many years it takes, as long as we can get out of here, our era will come.”
For a moment, all Seven Ghost Sovereigns looked into the distance. Just then, a flash of red light burst forth.
“None of you are going anywhere.”
In an instant, the Seven Ghost Sovereigns spun around, staring at Quentin Kue, who now stood behind them. Lord Shenyan and John Chou raised their Ghostblades to strike, Yuna Ji pressed her hands to the ground, and Yvonne May radiated white light, her eyes wide as tendrils of black aura swept toward Quentin Kue.
Redmond bared his teeth and glared, watching as Quentin Kue’s sword slashed across his cheek. But Quentin Kue’s real target was Basil Bertram.
A rustling sound echoed as Basil Bertram suddenly transformed into a mass of black roots, trying to sink into the ground. At that moment, white bones shot up from the earth, blocking Quentin Kue’s path.
With a thunderous crash and a surge of chilling ghost aura, Quentin Kue’s sword pierced straight into Basil Bertram’s heart, striking his ghost soul with precision. The black roots on Basil Bertram’s body withered away, one by one.
“Your power is quite unique. I’ve always wondered what kind of force could make you completely undetectable. There’s only one answer—the plants that span both the human and ghost realms. Only such things can confuse direction, location, and perception.”
With a thunderous crash, the other Ghost Sovereigns were blasted away by the surge of ghost aura Quentin Kue unleashed. Basil Bertram, his face twisted in pain, gripped Quentin Kue’s sword as blood poured from his mouth. Quentin Kue had found and pierced his ghost soul with a single strike.
“I’ll finish you first...”
Suddenly, Quentin Kue found himself unable to move. In the blink of an eye, Basil Bertram had vanished, and the Seven Ghost Sovereigns began to retreat. Quentin Kue instantly transformed into a streak of red light, but with no warning, Basil Bertram escaped. Quentin Kue’s face darkened.
“Looks like you’re the one I need to deal with first.”
With a whoosh, Quentin Kue changed direction, instantly closing in behind Yvonne May. Mona Ouyang, fleeing with Yvonne May, suddenly turned and blocked Quentin Kue’s path. Facing Quentin Kue’s fierce advance, Mona Ouyang shouted.
“Yvonne, go!”
With a rush, Mona Ouyang released two streams of energy—one red, one blue—from her hands. Instantly, the red and blue currents mingled and spread before Quentin Kue’s eyes, engulfing him in mist and forcing him to stop.
At that moment, Quentin Kue saw himself standing before a massive gate, surrounded by strict guards. Before him stood a golden palace, and Quentin Kue stared in astonishment.
“Who goes there?”
A guard asked sternly, and all the guards leveled their spears at Quentin Kue.
“An illusion?”
Quentin Kue watched calmly as several guards approached, their spears thrusting at him. He remained silent and still.
“No, it’s not an illusion—it’s a dream.”
With a series of crashes, Quentin Kue brandished his wooden sword and cut down all the guards, broke through the city gate, and toppled the palace. In an instant, everything vanished, and Mona Ouyang appeared before him, her face filled with panic.
Mona Ouyang wanted to do something, but Quentin Kue ignored him, sweeping past and chasing after Yvonne May. I was amazed that Quentin Kue could instantly see through a dream powerful enough to strangle a person. His primary target was Yvonne May—just now, Yvonne had forcibly controlled Quentin Kue’s time, giving John Chou’s group a chance to save Basil Bertram.
Quentin Kue realized he had to eliminate Yvonne May first. He must have sensed it was the power of time. With a whoosh, Quentin Kue caught up to Yvonne.
Just as he thrust his sword, a flash of green light appeared—Yuna Ji lunged forward with her spear.
“Yvonne, go!”