Amid the discussion, a low roar suddenly rang out from within the ghostly mist:
"The Evil King has arrived! Welcome him!"
After that, ghostly howls of "woo woo woo" rose up. Hideous evil ghosts emerged from both sides of the ghostly mist and formed two rows.
These evil ghosts all had white eyes.
They were ordinary lesser fierce ghosts, but there were quite a few of them—more than a dozen.
He really did have some power, directly controlling over a dozen fierce ghosts.
This guy sure made quite an entrance, with fierce ghosts clearing the way...
As the fierce ghosts appeared from the mist, the ghostly fog churned, and a wave of pressure swept toward us.
A denser cloud of black mist suddenly shot out.
It abruptly stopped after entering the secret chamber, roughly seven or eight meters away from us.
The black mist surged and spread, transforming into a humanoid ghost cultivator in an instant.
As the black mist dispersed, an old man dressed in black burial clothes stood before us.
He was slightly hunched, standing with his hands behind his back. His face was deathly pale, his eyes deep and filled with killing intent.
The moment he appeared, he narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over all of us.
Not a single one of the evil cultivators, including Wang Laowu, dared to raise their heads.
Then, he fixed his gaze on Master.
His mouth produced a cold, hoarse voice:
"Song Decai, long time no see..."
"It has been a long time. Letting you escape back then was my responsibility, but this time, you won't get away!"
Master spoke calmly.
The other man chuckled.
"Is that so? But this time, I'm afraid you'll be the one who dies!"
"Fine! Let's give it a try."
Master remained disdainful as