The Silent Nether Ghost King looked toward Li Qingqiu. Li Qingqiu's gaze was fixed tightly on him, which surprised the ghost king.
Could this man actually see him?
A cultivator!
Such powerful Origin Energy—he was definitely a Spiritual Sense Realm cultivator!
The Silent Nether Ghost King felt no fear. Instead, he grew even more excited. Devouring a Spiritual Sense Realm cultivator would be far more useful than devouring a hundred thousand troops.
The three faces all stuck out their tongues and licked their lips as sinister ghostly energy seeped from his body.
The Northern Court soldiers followed Li Qingqiu's gaze, trying to find the Silent Nether Ghost King, but they could see nothing. Only when the ghostly energy emerged did they finally catch sight of him.
The ghostly energy was deep black, like a mass of black flames blazing fiercely over the ruins and rapidly growing stronger. The Silent Nether Ghost King's body also swiftly emerged within it.
Whoosh—
The Northern Court soldiers were all frightened. Those nearby hurriedly retreated.
Fang Tianshu stared intently and was likewise so frightened that his lips trembled. The Silent Nether Ghost King was simply too terrifying. His blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, making him even more horrifying.
"Cultivator, where did you come from?"
The Silent Nether Ghost King's voice rang out, hoarse, and anyone could hear the greed in his tone.
Li Qingqiu did not answer. Instead, he advanced toward him with his sword raised.
Jinlang stood on Li Qingqiu's shoulder, raising its blade-like forelimbs in preparation for battle.
Fang Tianshu turned to look at Li Qingqiu, his eyes filled with expectation.
The Silent Nether Ghost King was so fearsome merely standing there that Fang Tianshu could only pray this mysterious hero would slay him.
Li Qingqiu did not walk quickly, and the