King Yama walked up to Lin Zhen. His towering body was like a deity looking down upon all living beings as he lowered his head to look at Lin Zhen.
"Lin Zhen, if I were you, I would admit defeat now. Earning the right to compete for fifth place is enough. If your strength is insufficient yet you still covet a position that does not belong to you, you will only humiliate yourself."
Lin Zhen drew his longsword. "Some things—you will never know the outcome unless you try."
"Hehe! How laughable. Do you think you are qualified to challenge me? On this arena, you cannot even get close to me!"
King Yama raised the Death God Scythe and pointed it at Lin Zhen.
Several clumps of black mist rose from the ground, and a group of resentful souls and vicious ghosts appeared between King Yama and Lin Zhen.
"This is... real!"
Lin Zhen was immediately startled. The ghostly creatures before him truly existed; they were absolutely not phantoms.
Lin Zhen had never seen anyone summon living creatures within the Dimensional Universe, yet King Yama had done it.
"Of course they are real. This is an innate divine ability of our Ghost King Race. Lin Zhen, when I said you were not qualified to fight me, I was not exaggerating. Now have a taste of being haunted by ten thousand ghosts!"
"Kill him!"
King Yama pointed again, and the resentful souls and vicious ghosts immediately howled as they lunged at Lin Zhen!
Black light solidified around these ghosts, and each one possessed the strength of the God Realm Peak.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Zhen's lips. "King Yama, are you looking down on me? You dare show off ghosts of this level? You truly overestimate yourself."
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