This was the true power the [Ghost Controller] profession displayed upon reaching the realm of Peerless Grandmaster.
The evil ghosts Yang Yuan released did not simply bite and tear by instinct like those of ordinary Ghost Raisers.
The moment they burst from Yang Yuan's body, they behaved like a well-trained army, swiftly forming dozens of strange netherworld killing formations, large and small, in midair.
A hundred red-robed vengeful ghosts wove themselves into a Soul-Locking Net. A thousand green-faced, fang-bearing yakshas formed an Eight-Armed Asura Form. More than a dozen Corpse Kings radiating Grandmaster-level power became a pitch-black spear of death, meeting the diving Ghost King head-on.
"No—!!!"
When the Ghost King riding the two-headed bone dragon saw the ghostly shadows blotting out the sky and felt that superior suppressive force from a power of the same origin as his own, utter terror finally appeared in his crimson eyes.
But it was too late.
Boom!
The black spear formed from ancient corpse kings pierced the Yellow Springs deathwater the bone dragon spewed without the slightest resistance, driving straight through the Ghost King's chest.
Crunch, crunch...
Immediately afterward, countless evil ghosts swarmed over the Ghost King and his mount like piranhas scenting blood.
It took barely three breaths.
The mighty Ghost King and his formidable two-headed bone dragon were devoured by the ten-thousand-ghost army Yang Yuan had unleashed, leaving not a single scrap of bone behind. They were utterly reduced to ash.
Gulp.
Hidden in the middle of the ghost army, Li Xiang and his companions swallowed in unison as they watched the scene unfold like a painted scroll of hell.
"This... this is just too insane."
Guo Kai's body trembled beneath his Corpse Ghoul Husk. "He's an entire Ghost Clan army all by himself? And the ghosts he releases are a