"Good grief..."
"Good grief..."
"You've been absorbing it for seventy-nine years. Did you really have to grow this big?"
Endless black waves surged toward him. In the Ghost Abyss, He Pingsheng stared in disbelief at the enormous ghost head before him, fully thirty zhang tall.
Jiang Yu's ghost had absorbed yin qi in the Ghost Abyss for eighty years and had finally grown to maturity.
And then there was the black ghost banner.
The Ten-Thousand Souls Banner seemed even blacker, and had thickened considerably.
Floating a hundred zhang in the air, the banner looked heavy and eerie, swaying from side to side in the whipping wind with sharp, snapping sounds.
"Roar... kekekekeke..."
At the sight of He Pingsheng, the ghost head actually showed a trace of unruly defiance.
It was not quite ready to devour its master, but signs of rebellion had already surfaced.
"Hehehe... looking to die, are you?"
He Pingsheng waved his hand, and boundless wooden spiritual power erupted from his body, instantly transforming into a bolt of lightning.
The lightning coalesced into a luminous sphere, illuminating the world around him like sunlight.
Divine ability: Thunder Shards Gathering the Sun.
Before he could even unleash that tremendous divine ability, the ghost head trembled in terror and darted into the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner.
He Pingsheng put away the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner, walked slowly out of the Ghost Abyss, then rose on his flying sword and flew toward the outskirts of the Heavenly Pole Forbidden Ground.
He had agreed with Senior Brother Wang Dun back then that he would seek him out once he emerged.
After making a few preparations, he would fight He Asks and He Thinks to the death.
This could not wait.
If he killed them, that would settle it. If he could not, he could die,