Not long ago, Tang Changsheng had used this very move to kill a Yin God True Person.
Tang Changsheng raised his head and looked over the city. Its lights had nearly gone out, and only the occasional plume of black smoke and fire rose into the night. "I was wondering how Killing Intent alone could reduce a city to this... Who knows how many people those Black Death Worms have taken control of?"
Just then, Tang Changsheng seemed to sense something and looked toward a spot in the city.
But it was at least four or five li away. In the dark of night, there was no way to see it clearly, not even for Tang Changsheng...
He had the Three Realms Mirror, though. In an instant, his gaze shot across the distance.
Atop a building, he saw a figure wrapped head to toe in black mist, apparently looking back at him.
Their gazes met through the Three Realms Mirror. Sparks flew—and not figuratively. Real sparks burst between them.
Their gazes, charged with powerful spiritual senses, collided across the distance, sending a string of sparks skittering over the Three Realms Mirror.
Even with the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp to help him, Tang Changsheng gave a muffled grunt and took a single step back.
The black figure on the rooftop fared worse. The dark aura shrouding it shattered completely, leaving nothing but empty air.
Then the black mist gathered again, taking the shape of a robed king.
Their gazes met once more, but this time without the force of two worlds colliding.
Tang Changsheng drew a hand across his throat in warning. Whether the Ghost Creature understood him or not, it swiftly drifted away and vanished into the night.
"A Ghost King... It was actually a Ghost King," Tang Changsheng said