Chen Feng checked the Hell King's skills:
[Soul-Hooking Chains (against spirits): Summons iron chains to attack opponents. Entangled spirits cannot use any special abilities; entangled living beings continuously lose health and lifespan.] [Red Paper Umbrella: Raises a barrier that halves incoming soul damage.] [Ghost Mist: Releases yin energy, dealing heavy soul damage to nearby spirits.] [Shared Fate: Anyone who kills this ghost is forced to die as well.]
Ability sealing, a shield, area damage, and a death curse.
"Good grief."
"Most ghosts would be formidable with just one skill. The Hell King has four, all top-tier. He's got raw power and nasty mechanics. No wonder he could hold his own against three Heaven Kings."
"Especially that fourth skill, Shared Fate."
"The Hell King kept saying, 'Go on, kill me.'"
"I thought he'd given up. Turns out he wanted to take me down with him."
The thought that he had nearly been forced to Load Save sent cold sweat down Chen Feng's back.
The monsters in Cihang City were as treacherous as ever.
When A Fei heard that the Hell King had still been trying to turn the tables, he sighed. "That guy's like a rock in a latrine—filthy and impossible to budge."
Black Hand cursed. "Fuck! He went after my boss? I'll finish him off right now. That'll cost extra."
"No need."
Chen Feng waved him off and asked the Hell King, "Do you know where the Ghost King is?"
The Hell King snorted. "I'll never tell you. To find His Majesty the Ghost King, you have to board the Ghost Train at Platform Eight at exactly 7:15 a.m. Miss that minute, and you'll have to wait until the next day."
He's hidden himself well.
Chen Feng asked, "What abilities does the Ghost King have?"
The Hell King