"If this is allowed to fester, the world will fall, and I fear this land will become a desolate realm..."
Chu Mu murmured to himself.
From what was unfolding before him, it was easy to see that if his True Spirit hadn't remained unfading, allowing him to lay a trap and seal this area in advance...
...this mountain would have already become a desolate realm of absolute silence, devoid of all life, and overrun by Ghosts and fiends.
Caught unprepared, conventional forces might stand a chance against fiends with physical bodies, but against Ghosts of unfathomable power, their defeat would be inevitable.
And if that initial spread wasn't stopped, the power of these Ghosts and fiends would inevitably snowball.
Every place they touched would become a desolate realm, overrun by Ghosts and fiends.
Once this desolation reached a critical mass, it would inevitably begin to fundamentally alter the world itself.
