Facing the situation before him, Han Wu maintained the Martial Shattering Void Divine Body at an even higher frequency.
Dense sounds of space shattering surrounded him.
Any ghosts that approached him were destroyed by the shattered space before they could launch an attack.
Yet every ghost that vanished also consumed a tiny bit of Han Wu's energy.
That tiny amount of energy was negligible to Han Wu.
Even the combined expenditure from hundreds of millions of ghosts was no more than the tip of a hair on nine oxen.
But those hundreds of millions of ghosts were much the same to Great Emperor Cang Ming.
Embedded in his crown were tens of billions of Small Worlds.
These Small Worlds supplied him with nearly limitless energy. Using it to create these ghosts was equivalent to possessing an endless stream of attacks.
Great Emperor Cang Ming had roamed the Outer Realm Civilization for many years, and with this move, he had eliminated countless opponents.
He believed that Han Wu on the other side would be no exception, and would die beneath this move as well.
Moreover, Han Wu was being attacked not only by these ghosts, but also by the Dark Plane body waiting for its chance to strike.
Great Emperor Cang Ming believed that, with both attacks working in tandem, this Divine Realm Player before him would soon be toyed to death.
Han Wu endured the attacks of the mist ghosts unleashed by Great Emperor Cang Ming, along with the Dark Plane body's attacks.
In just three minutes, he had fully grasped Great Emperor Cang Ming's move.
Great Emperor Cang Ming's true strength lay in the crown upon his head.
It could provide him with nearly inexhaustible energy.
Then what if the crown were sealed?
As Han Wu pondered, nine differently