The Ghost King saw that Jiang Hao had broken his spell, and fury surged in his heart. He unleashed his demonic wail once more. Jiang Hao and Zhiqiuyiye felt the scene around them change, as though they had entered a hell of black miasma, surrounded by life-stealing fiends that howled at them without end.
Jiang Hao knew it was an illusion—or rather, an illusion technique cast by the Ghost King to confuse their minds. Spiritual power rushed into his eyes, strengthening his Heavenly Eye. The surroundings instantly returned to normal, and Jiang Hao spotted that black figure in one corner.
"Collect!"
Jiang Hao once again brought forth the Purple Gold Gourd. The gourd released a great hand of spiritual power that grabbed at the Ghost King. Enraged, the Ghost King flicked his sleeve and shattered the spiritual hand.
A magic artifact's effectiveness also depended on the strength of its user's magic power. The Ghost King was far stronger than Jiang Hao, so naturally, Jiang Hao could not pull him in.
It was like when Zhiqiuyiye used the Body-Fixing Spell on the Ghost King—it could only hold him for one or two seconds. In the film, when Zhiqiuyiye used this move against the Imperial Preceptor, it was utterly useless, precisely because his magic power was insufficient.
"You want to capture me? You're not qualified."
"Pfft!"
The Ghost King spat out a massive cloud of black qi. In an instant, the area was filled with it. Even with his Heavenly Eye open, Jiang Hao could not find the Ghost King's shadow. Then, a sense of danger attacked from every direction.
"Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
Four or five ghostly figures appeared from above, below, left, and right. Seven or eight enormous hands clawed at Jiang Hao, who immediately pushed his Golden Light Protection to