"How did Yu Ming get here?"
Zhang Chen kept the question in his heart without showing it. The situation was too urgent.
When Zhang Chen pressed both hands fully against the fist above him, Yu Ming also switched to supporting with both hands. Their movements synchronized perfectly, their strength erupting in a single instant.
"Impossible!"
Feeling the force beneath his fist break through his own strength, Ling King had his arm forced aside. The energy transmitted from beneath his fist into his body made him stagger back ten steps.
"I know you're wondering why I'm here, Zhang Chen. This is the prehistoric Ling King, the first True Ghost. Although he was heavily wounded and sealed here for ten thousand years, his true body is still formidable. Of course I was afraid something might happen to you and that you'd die at this guy's hands. Then I, Yu Ming, would be all alone. Having no kindred spirit is quite painful."
Yu Ming was still the same in Zhang Chen's eyes, but his body had undergone a substantial change.
"Can you not be so mushy...? Let's figure out how to kill this guy first."
Zhang Chen stared at Ling King, who had retreated ten steps and whose figure was nearly impossible to make out. The other party could strike again at any moment, and it definitely would not be as simple as a single punch this time.
"Why fight him head-on? You came out of his body, right? This guy's skin should be easier to break than his fist. Besides, your main goal is to absorb him, isn't it?"
With that reminder, Zhang Chen's overheated mind finally calmed down.
"Follow me!"
Against such a massive opponent, Zhang Chen only needed to enter his body, destroy his core, then use his ghoul to