Make the Ghost Race disappear?
What arrogance!
The Soul-Devouring Ghost King's face immediately filled with disdain.
In his eyes, the Ghost Race was an exceptionally unique race even among the countless races, and stood far above the Human Race.
For one thing, the Ghost Race's territory lay at the bottom of the River of Life and Death, on the boundary between life and death. Ordinary people could not even invade it!
Even if a handful of people managed to fight their way into the River of Life and Death, they would have to face the entire Ghost Race. It went without saying who held the advantage.
Moreover, he could turn the souls of dead humans into members of the Ghost Race and devour them... How could humans possibly possess such an ability?
For another, his greatest source of confidence within the Ghost Race was the Grand Ghost King, Wutian!
Mysterious and powerful-that was every member of the Ghost Race's impression of the Grand Ghost King.
"You think you can wipe out the Ghost Race? Stop dreaming!"
Looking at this fellow who clearly had no idea of his own limits, the Soul-Devouring Ghost King suddenly felt there was no need to keep up the pretense.
He doesn't even know the Ghost Race's true strength. Perhaps he's just a fool who lucked into inheriting a Divine Core's power!
Besides, he isn't one of the Ghost Race. Now that he's in soul form, his strength must have fallen!
If I can take him down and devour his soul... my strength will skyrocket!
The corners of the Soul-Devouring Ghost King's mouth curled upward.
He felt he could do it.
Seeing this, Chen Mo gave a cold snort, not even bothering to show his disdain.
Ever since the Nether King Physique had transformed him into