An emperor in his later years is summoned by his sister to save the nation's fate.

"boom!"

Space seemed to be torn apart by the fork. The faceless monster didn't even have time to dodge before it was pierced and torn apart by the huge steel fork, turning into paint and rags flying everywhere.

"It's done!" Yan Tu's eyes shone with ecstasy. However, the next moment, a sharp and eerie female laugh suddenly rang out from among the hundreds of onlookers and demon slaves below.

"Hehehe... You sang well, and you cut well too..."

It turns out that this charlatan, within this specific realm of ghosts, can freely use any of its ghost slaves below the stage to take fatal damage for it, similar to a substitution rule.

Suddenly, the body of a spectator named Gui Nu exploded in the audience, while on the stage, the scattered paint and scraps of cloth quickly gathered together as if time had reversed, and the true form of Gui Nu stood perfectly intact once again.

But the projection of the bull-headed creature from the underworld was clearly not to be trifled with. As a righteous god of the underworld, it seemed to be enraged by this low-dimensional and bizarre trickery.

The bull-headed creature did not swing its steel fork again. Instead, it opened its mouth wide, and a thick, pitch-black soul-binding rope shot out like a black lightning bolt!

"Splash!"

The Soul-Binding Rope completely ignored the distance in space and instantly wrapped around the neck of the demon's true form.

This is a chain that strikes directly at the soul and the origin of the supernatural. The body that Xi Gui had just formed suddenly stiffened, and the supernatural fluctuations around him seemed to be frozen, directly falling into a state of malfunction!

"Well done!"

"As expected of an S-rank supernatural artifact, this Soul-Summoning Banner can even forcibly control an A+ level supernatural being!"

The group looked at the ghost, who was tightly bound by the Soul-Binding Rope and unable to move, and couldn't help but praise it.

By destroying its supernatural core while it's in a frozen state, this disaster can be completely ended.

However, the suppression of rules is often only momentary, because the summoning banner is merely a projection of the summoning, and its descent and stay in the mortal world is extremely limited.

The giant bull-headed phantom, having exhausted its power, along with the Soul-Binding Rope, dissipated into black mist and vanished into the air.

"Oh no, time's up! Make your move!" Yan Tu raised his axe to strike, but the moment the Soul-Binding Rope dissipated, the imprisoned monster suddenly vanished from its spot.

Where are they?

"In front of us...in front of us..." Su Qingyuan's voice trembled for the first time. Xu Tianming and the others turned around abruptly and were shocked to find that all the scenery on the stage had disappeared without them noticing.

The four of them were no longer standing on the stage, but were forcibly moved to the stands below and seated in four cold armchairs!

What's even more despairing is that they were horrified to find that their bodies were completely immobile, as if they were being held firmly to their chairs by countless invisible hands.

Even the strange beasts they controlled, whose originally surging supernatural power was now suppressed back into their bodies by a higher-dimensional rule, becoming as stagnant as still water.

Meanwhile, the true form of the theatrical creature, dressed in a magnificent costume but without facial features, stood in the very center of the stage, having completed a performance, and looked down upon them from above.

The play has ended, and according to the rules of the Peking Opera world, the next step is to ask for rewards.

With stiff, cloud-like steps, Xi Gui slowly walked to the edge of the stage pillar. Suddenly, a crack appeared on the blank mask, emitting a hoarse voice that was neither male nor female.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now that you have taken your seats and watched the play... it is time to reward you with some gifts."

"I see that you gentlemen have very fine features, so perhaps... I could borrow them for a moment."

The "reward" it demands is none other than the facial features of the onlookers!

As this line was spoken, an almost suffocating sense of oppression instantly descended upon the four of them.

Xu Tianming felt his eyeballs bulging outwards uncontrollably, as if an invisible knife was slowly cutting open his eyelids and lips.

Faced with such a catastrophic disaster, the four, who were the top combat force of the Dragon Kingdom, would naturally not sit idly by and wait for their deaths.

Driven by the threat of life and death, they began to use the supernatural power within their bodies to forcefully break through the suppression of the rules.

"Open it for me."

Yan Tu's eyes were bloodshot as he recklessly activated the Demon Gate behind him.

With a deafening roar, the illusory city gate was forcibly torn open, and power surged through his body. He forcefully broke free from the constraints of the invisible hand, leaping up like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage. His axe, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, cleaved straight at the head of the demon.

At the same time, two lines of bloody tears streamed down Su Qingyuan's face. She had fully activated the Shadow Cat, and the shadows throughout the theater seemed to come alive, transforming into dozens of sharp black spikes that frantically stabbed at the main body of the opera ghost from all directions.

Xu Tianming endured the excruciating pain of his facial features being torn off, and a purple nightmare eye split open between his brows.

A powerful mental shock directly blasted into the depths of the strange creature's consciousness, attempting to use the power of nightmares to force the creature into a deep sleep.

Chu Jin held nothing back, instantly switching the thousand-faced Nuogui mask on his face to a blue, resentful mask.

He let out a mournful wail, his body transforming into a highly corrosive blue aura of resentment that rushed straight towards Xi Gui's heart.

The desperate attack of the four A-level Ghost Masters was enough to deal with ordinary A-level ghosts.

However, faced with this overwhelming counterattack, the true form of the demon standing on the stage didn't even glance at them.

It simply raised its wide, flowing sleeves slightly, and with a flick of its sleeves, as if brushing away dust, it faced the direction where the four people were.

"Buzz—!"

The superior suppression brought about by the A+ level of strangeness was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Yan Tu's axe, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck the hardest, invisible barrier three feet away from Xi Gui. The recoil shattered the bones in Yan Tu's arms, sending him flying backward and crashing through the wall of the opera house.

The dozens of shadow spikes summoned by Su Qingyuan vanished without a trace the moment they touched the ripples created by her water sleeves, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

Xu Tianming's nightmare mental impact was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

Instead, he suffered the backlash, screaming as he collapsed into the chair.

The blue resentment that Chu Jin had transformed into was directly slapped back into its original form by that sleeve.

The mask covering his face cracked open with a snap, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

Despair, an unprecedented despair, enveloped the four of them. With just a flick of his sleeve, he neutralized all their desperate killing moves and even severely injured them.

"It's over... I was really careless this time." Xu Tianming covered his reddened eyes, his heart filled with despair.

This bizarre and terrifying event far exceeded headquarters' assessment.

Blackstone Village, today will probably be the burial place for the four of them.