The earth sank and the mountains collapsed. A vast stretch of land on either side of the highway was forcibly leveled.
Such was the terror of a battle between Half-Kings.
The ever-present mist dispersed.
The Great Grandmasters trembled with fear.
Fortunately, the Golden Light Cage was there. Otherwise, the shock waves alone would have sent them, drained of all strength, to meet Yama ahead of time.
A deep crater appeared on the battlefield.
Jiang Chen stood inside it.
The Quasi-King Mist Ghost hovered a thousand meters away in the sky. Her blurred face was unreadable, but her voice was clearly furious.
"Damn you! I built this mist realm by killing countless people!"
"You destroyed it."
"Then pay for it with your life!"
"And this city you're protecting-in the future, I'll use its people as raw materials to refine another mist realm!"
"The future?" Jiang Chen slowly straightened, twisted his neck, and bent his knees slightly.
"You have no future."
Boom! The ground beneath him looked as though a shell had struck it. Using the recoil, he became a blur and charged at his opponent.
Without the mist,
the Quasi-King Mist Ghost could no longer move at her previous extreme speed.
Whoosh!
One slash cut the blurred figure in two, and the mist around her dissipated.
But after glancing twice at the corpse on the ground, Jiang Chen frowned.
This ghost's abilities really were bizarre.
She had never revealed her true form.
His slash had merely butchered a blood-clad vengeful ghost serving as a substitute, while the Quasi-King Mist Ghost had vanished.
"She ran?"
Jiang Chen looked around.
Suddenly, his nose twitched, and he fixed his gaze in one direction.
Nearly ten thousand meters away, dark red mist was rapidly spreading. Fluctuations of utmost yin and evil gradually enveloped the surroundings.