For a moment, mournful, sinister winds seemed to sweep across Stone Dragon Ridge, carrying the wails of countless resentful souls.
"Is that... is that a Ghost King?"
Zhuo Feng was horrified.
There was only one ghost and one horse, yet they inspired the terror of the gates of hell swinging open and ten thousand ghosts charging forth!
"It must be a greater evil spirit."
"What rotten luck!"
Liang Chengtian's expression darkened.
Traveling through the wilderness always carried the risk of encountering evil spirits.
But who could have expected a greater evil spirit this terrifying?
And it seemed to have singled them out.
"Prepare for battle!"
"Even if he's a Ghost King, I'll make sure he never leaves here alive!"
Liang Chengtian roared.
The men scared witless by the Netherworld Ghost King finally snapped out of their terror at Liang Chengtian's voice!
"Kill!!!"
The Netherworld Ghost King charged like thunder and had already reached the foot of the ridge.
The Shadow-Treading Ghost Horse completely ignored the steep slope and galloped straight up!
"Die!"
Zhuo Feng struck first.
He brought out his magical artifact.
A pitch-black sledgehammer crashed down with immense force behind it.
Liang Chengtian took a great bow of white bone from his back.
It was his magical artifact, the Soul-Devouring Bow.
As Liang Chengtian channeled his mystic qi, a ghostly, deathly pale arrow materialized on the bowstring.
He aimed straight at the Netherworld Ghost King's head and released the string.
Hiss!
A cracking sound seemed to echo through the air.
A streak of white light pierced the night, shooting forth with an eerie, sinister aura.
Only Shu Xing refrained from bringing out his magical artifact. He formed seals with both hands, then slammed them against the ground.
Bang!
The entire ridge seemed to shudder as countless boulders broke loose