Yang Chen's eyes searched for any opportunity that might help him escape.
Life and death would be decided in an instant.
As they spoke, a Dao King from the Fierce Ghost Sect charged at him madly. Layers of ghostly qi swirled around him, and a savage ghost pearl shot out from the black mist, smashing straight toward Yang Chen's body.
The ghost pearl was covered in ghost faces. It looked simple, but it was anything but. Yang Chen instinctively raised his Dao Intent to defend himself, yet the ghost faces upon the pearl seemed capable of absorbing Dao Intent, directly sucking Yang Chen's Dao Intent into the ghost pearl.
Seeing this, Yang Chen's expression turned alarmed, but he quickly calmed down and struck out with a palm of golden lightning, hitting the ghost pearl.
The ghost faces on the pearl paid it no heed, making to devour Yang Chen's golden lightning as well. Yet after swallowing the lightning, they immediately revealed terrified expressions.
"Aoo aoo aoo..."
The ghost pearl twitched twice, and the ghost faces upon it vanished. The Fierce Ghost Sect Dao King who had attacked was utterly shocked. "You!"
"I told you to be careful of this brat's golden lightning," He Zhixiang roared.
Yang Chen calmed himself and thought things through. He knew that if he wanted to escape today, he would mainly have to rely on his golden lightning.
Dao Intent alone would not be enough; these Dao Kings all had means to neutralize it. But golden lightning was different. It possessed an exceptionally strong restraining effect against these evil cultivators.
With that thought, Yang Chen let out a cold laugh, grabbed hold of the golden lightning, and swept it forward.
A vast amount of golden lightning crackled and flashed forth, displaying terrifying power.
The Fierce Ghost