A Sixth-Rank Ghost King! The Four Great Immortal Families! What the Hell Kind of Mission Is This?!
A burly ghostly figure fully three zhang tall strode through the dust and smoke, standing tall and immovable.
Dark-gold battle armor covered its entire body, etched with savage ghost patterns;
A helmet obscured most of its face, revealing only bluish-black skin and gleaming white fangs. Eerie green ghostfire flickered within its eye sockets.
Every breath it took stirred up a yin wind, flattening the grass atop the surrounding graves and making it thrash wildly.
Simply standing there,
Its terrifying bearing alone was enough to make one's hair stand on end and alarm bells ring!
"Th-this isn't a fifth-rank fierce ghost... it's a sixth-rank Ghost King!!?"
At the sight of this terrifying being,
Even the four great Underworld Messengers collectively changed color in an instant.
Lu Chen's eyes widened as well.
—Fuck me!!
—A sixth-rank Ghost King?!!!
Such a thing had been hiding within this tiny ghost domain!
"Roar—!!!"
The Ghost King let out a long howl, and boundless pressure crashed down like mountains collapsing and seas surging.
In a single exchange, nearly a hundred plague ghosts at the front were howled into utter soul-dispersal!
The lingering force continued onward!
Even as the four great Underworld Messengers joined forces to block it, they were still staggered backward by the impact.
The hundred personal guards were thrown into disarray, their formation collapsing.
"General, run!!!"
Without another word, Lu Chen turned and fled!
With a sweep of the Plague Emperor Banner, he recalled every remaining plague ghost.
"Fuck, I'd barely been happy for a moment, and one roar wiped out a quarter of them. What a goddamn massive loss!!"
Seeing Lu Chen and his group flee madly,
The Ghost King remained where it was without moving. Yet a giant blade suddenly appeared in its hand. Then it gripped the weapon with both hands