"Yu Ming, get out of the way! With such dense ghost qi, it would be a waste of heaven's gifts if I didn't devour it."
A savage undertone mixed into Zhang Chen's telepathic voice.
"Zhang Chen, are you no longer suppressing the nature of the Ghost Devourer inside you? Besides, this isn't ordinary ghost qi. Ling King has profound attainments in the path of ghosts. It seems he is using some method to continuously detonate the cores of the ghosts sealed within his body. With energy this violent, be careful not to be annihilated by the turbulence yourself."
"I said move!"
Suddenly, Zhang Chen placed his palms on Yu Ming's shoulders and leaped over his body like a cheetah.
"If Zhang Chen accidentally dies, don't blame me."
Yu Ming closed the "Imperial Scripture" lying flat on the ground. The golden barrier blocking the impact instantly dissipated, and Yu Ming braced himself with one hand before swiftly retreating from the area. The dark blue shockwave filled with countless ghostly heads rapidly engulfed Zhang Chen, who was crouched on all fours like a beast.
Ling King's special ability allowed him to control ghost qi. At present, he was using the vast number of ghosts within his Ghost Source Demonic Cave as raw materials, maximizing the output of their ghost qi to utterly destroy all matter in its path.
Under such an impact, the dragon scales on Zhang Chen's body immediately disintegrated, while much of his flesh split open.
Yet as Zhang Chen drew near Ling King, the delicious True Ghost aura emanating from within the latter stimulated his taste buds. The arousal of his devouring hunger rendered the pain in his body completely meaningless.
"Devour!"
Enduring the immense impact, Zhang Chen opened his mouth with all his strength until its expanded size