Bang!
A tremendous blast rang out as that terrifying wave of air slammed into the six stone doors. The doors shuddered, cracks appearing across them, while immortal ghost qi spread out like water.
Zhao Fu continued flying forward, about to enter the core of the Forbidden Land.
Suddenly!
A massive head extended from the countless strands of immortal ghost qi in the sky. It looked like a little boy, with two short horns, grayish-white skin, a pair of pitch-black pupils, and two tiger fangs.
The head did not radiate any terrifying aura or pressure, yet it gave off an indescribable feeling—beyond the shackles of the Dao, impossible even to perceive as existing.
The many ghost creatures standing far away saw that head and were so frightened their souls nearly fled their bodies. Their faces filled with utter terror, they turned and ran without the slightest hesitation, as though they had seen something incomparably horrifying.
Even after fleeing a great distance, the ghost creatures were still terrified, their hearts pounding violently. They had never imagined something like this would happen.
The ten-thousand-meter-tall bull-headed humanoid ghost, who looked especially timid, said blankly, "My turtle shell! How did he directly lure out that kind of terrifying existence?"
The monster with three ghost heads was also drenched in cold sweat, its face filled with lingering fear. "That scared me to death. I was really almost scared to death. I never thought that brat would lure out such a terrifying existence before even entering the Forbidden Land's core."
The white-haired old man's face was stricken with terror, and his body was still trembling. "Mm-hmm. I heard long ago that there were beings of this level deep within the Forbidden Land. Now I've finally seen one."
The plump, black-furred ghost creature said nervously, "We've already run