Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

“Not a kind place?” Upon hearing this, Ye Nan frowned and repeated what Wang Sanman had just said, filled with doubt.

The fire of the soul within Wang Sanman's skull blazed brightly, flickering as if it were nodding repeatedly.

In a mysterious tone, Wang Sanman continued, “You don’t know…”

“According to rumors…”

“This place has ghosts…”

Ye Nan and his companions exchanged glances.

Ghosts?

Aren't you yourself a ghost?

...

The situation that Ye Nan and Wan Ping encountered was certainly not an isolated case...

After the Soul Orb was completely shattered and the sovereign released the army of demonic creatures, the entire Heavenly Palace had become increasingly strange and dangerous.

Many souls awakened, and those who were inherently kind might chat a bit more with professionals, showing almost no hostility—perhaps these souls were fishing for information or had some unknown purpose; who knows.

These awakened souls had regained their senses, and one by one, they were no longer the soulless beings they once were. To put it bluntly, their intelligence and experience were far above the average level of the earth human race; this was an undeniable fact!

On the other hand, there were also many souls with inherently evil natures!

In no time, battles among demonic creatures and souls, souls and professionals, professionals and demonic creatures, and even among souls themselves became commonplace...

...

In the Third Layer of the Heavenly Palace.

A bizarre exchange was rapidly taking place in an equally bizarre atmosphere.

Lan Bo looked at the strangely shaped and dressed skeleton in front of him and swallowed hard.

As the commander of the military's vanguard, Lan Bo's combat ability and intelligence were naturally above average, but in this situation...

Even Lan Bo was at a loss.

“I wonder what your thoughts are on my previous proposal?” A calm voice came from the skeleton opposite him. Hearing this, Lan Bo showed a complex expression that was neither a laugh nor a cry.

“Well…”

“I need to consult my superiors about this. I can’t make such a big decision on my own.”

After Lan Bo finished speaking, he saw the skeleton gently nod. He took a deep breath and took out a communicator from his Spatial Ring, then dialed the number of the overall commander of the Heavenly Palace military—Fran.

The waiting time felt a bit long; perhaps Fran had a lot on his plate as well. Fortunately, Lan Bo was not in too much of a hurry, or perhaps the skeleton opposite him did not seem anxious.

After nearly three minutes of waiting, the communication finally connected.

“Is that you, Lan Bo? There's been a change in the operational actions of the vanguard. We don’t know what’s happened in the Heavenly Palace, but most of the souls have regained their former senses, and our manpower at the headquarters on the second layer is insufficient. I need you to hurry back.”

Upon hearing the message from Fran, Lan Bo immediately showed an expression of helplessness.

He looked up and casually surveyed his surroundings.

Countless skeletons dressed in identical uniforms surrounded the hundreds of vanguard troops. In the face of thousands of enemies, the military's vanguard team, led by Lan Bo, felt as helpless as a girl about to be humiliated—though in terms of individual strength, the members of the military vanguard team held an absolute advantage, the strange giant machines in the distance, exuding a dangerous aura, made Lan Bo hesitate to act recklessly.

“Alas...”

Lan Bo sighed deeply.

“We’ve encountered some situations on our end. How should I put it? We can’t return for the time being; a large group of those souls you just mentioned, who have regained their former senses, have us surrounded.”

“And they also asked me to send you a message, saying they want to establish diplomatic relations with us…”

When Lan Bo mentioned the words ‘diplomatic relations’, Fran on the other end of the communicator noticeably paused his breathing.

“By the way,”