Once the enemy acquires a considerable amount of soul energy, they can endlessly recruit more and increasingly powerful soldiers.

Meanwhile, as the soul energy in the Ghoul Territory becomes scarcer, the speed of summoning ghouls will slow, their quality will worsen, and the territory will fall faster. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Forget about this method of extracting soul energy; even a method of occupying speed is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

These advanced undead lords must synchronize soul pools one at a time for conversion. Only by sieging a core soul pool that has been synchronized for countless years, like the siege of the Corpses Domain, can a territory be captured in one move—the core soul pool of the Ghoul King is the Court of the Lost Souls.

The King of the Jackalweres resides in Yenogu’s Siege.

Moreover, synchronizing and converting soul pools takes time.

Lands with similar nature to one’s own convert the fastest, and vice versa.

The King of the Jackalweres, even as a minor divine power presence, would take tens of years, possibly hundreds or thousands, to occupy the Court of the Lost Souls of the Ghoul King, because undead power is inherently in an extreme state.

This sort of instant occupation is only possible if the opponent is not only a divine power presence but also one possessing undead divine power.

Undead divine power!

Could it be him!

The fierce eyes of the King of the Jackalweres flashed uncontrollably, glaring down at the Ghoul King, "Answer truthfully, how much do you really know about that divine power presence? Has he descended a demonic avatar?"

The Ghoul King, trembling convincingly and uncontrollably, replied, "I am unsure; Your Majesty should know the suppressive effect of undead divine power on me. If I get too close, I might be enslaved again.

Upon discovering their possession of undead divine power, I immediately sought refuge with Your Majesty.

He is the least tolerant of betrayal; if he occupies the Bone Plane, I would be the first to be settled.

Given his vengeful nature, there’s no way he would spare Your Majesty easily."

Neither had to state who "he" was, yet they both understood.

They were referring to the former master of the Ghoul King Doreisan, the Undead Monarch Orcus.

The Ghoul King understands all too well what the King of the Jackalweres fears, naturally steering events in that direction, and intentionally omitting mention that the divine power holder’s undead divine power might belong to the Undead Goddess of Revenge Chiaranlisha.

"I knew it! I knew this day would come! That fool Chiaranlisha missed her chance; she only completed half the task!"

The King of the Jackalweres murmured lowly, his savage eyes flickering madly, "But food already in my mouth, no one can take it away, not even you, Orcus!

Go back at once; gather all the troops you can. I will dispatch my army to assist you; no opportunity for him should remain, uproot him entirely."

"Yes, sir."

Upon leaving Yenogu’s Siege, the Ghoul King’s steps became noticeably lighter.

From now on, the Plains of Bone were no longer just his problem alone.

Even if Yenogu later realized that the invasion wasn’t by the Undead Monarch Orcus, they couldn’t overly blame the Ghoul King, since they’re all expressions of undead divine power, which is difficult to truly distinguish.

This is just the beginning; since the situation has already spiraled out of control, why not allow it to become even more chaotic, thereby claiming greater benefits from it?

Right before returning to the Bone Plane, a shadowy figure emerged stealthily from the Ghoul King’s body, sprinting towards the east of the Vast Dark Prairie.

As the distance from the Ghoul King increased, the shadowy figure, initially faint and akin to an apparition, became clearer until taking shape as an entity identical to the Ghoul King in appearance but possessing only half the power of the latter.

Demonic avatar.

He is the demonic avatar of the Ghoul King, similar in nature to the divine nature incarnations of True Gods, created using divine nature force.

In many aspects, such avatars can be viewed as representing the True Gods themselves.

Because their memories are identical, representing the divine nature force at the moment of their creation.

After running for three days and nights, the Vast Dark Prairie abruptly disappeared, replaced by a surging sea. Here, the seawater was exceptionally thick, akin to soup, deep yellow, emitting a pungent stench similar to a long-festered wound.

Sea of Curses.

This is the sea of the Plane formed at the border of Yenogu’s Realm and the Bottomless Abyssal Ocean.

The Bottomless Abyssal offers not just a sea but a confounding existence; like a jigsaw puzzle, it can connect any two planes via this sea, provided one possesses the appropriate pathways.

These pathways are far more intricate than those on the Material Plane.

For any plane lord, this is highly classified information; once leaked, it could pave the way for lords of other planes to invade.

However, this method is not commonly used, as few planes in the Bottomless Abyssal excel at long voyages.

The Endless Abyssal Ocean isn’t fertile ground—here lie potent demon lords alongside numerous natural dangers. A berserk ocean storm can destroy an entire expeditionary force.

Comparatively, Abyssal portals are safer, more convenient, and are the preferred means for Endless Abyssal wars.

The King of the Jackalweres is undoubtedly lacking in seafaring prowess; no vessel of his could be seen on the Sea of Curses, nor even many jackalweres—only jagged rocks greeted the erosion and buffeting by the yellow seawater.

The Ghoul King reached a cliff protruding towards the sea, where stood a grand, ancient, rust-covered bell.

Waving his hand, the Ghoul King manifested a Giant’s Leg Bone, using it like a mallet to strike forcefully.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Each strike caused magic aura to ripple outward, prompting the yellow seawater beneath the cliff to churn fiercely, rising seemingly out of thin air by several meters.

Upon the third strike, the Giant’s Leg Bone in the Ghoul King’s hand shattered into dust, carried away by an uncanny whirlwind onto the yellow sea.

That soupy sea began boiling vigorously, a section rising high to form an arching portal.