"They're all only Tier 3. At this rate, when will we ever gather enough battle merit?"
Wang Erniu could not help sighing.
"The Land of Ghost Mist is vast, and it suppresses divine sense as well. Tier 4 Ghost Kings are equivalent to Nascent Soul Cultivators."
"There are only so many of them. Naturally, it won't be so easy to encounter another one!" Zhou Xun said slowly.
Of course, there was another way to quickly find the ghost race.
That was to deliberately expose their whereabouts, surround a group of ghosts, and wait for their reinforcements to arrive.
However, while that method was fast, it was also extremely risky and could easily backfire.
With one misstep, they might draw several Tier 4 Upper-Grade Ghost Kings.
If that happened, no matter how formidable Zhou Xun and True Lord Tian Ci were, they likely would not be able to defeat them.
And once they were entangled, more and more ghosts would gather. By then, they might face the danger of perishing.
As for such a thing,
Netherfiend True Lord had repeatedly warned them before their departure. Naturally, they would not gamble with their lives.
"Forget it. Let's stop searching for today!"
The three of them immediately descended in streaks of light and landed within a valley.
Zhou Xun patted the Storage Pouch at his waist, and a wooden box around three feet long appeared before him.
With a light toss,
The wooden box opened on its own, and three hundred and sixty formation flags flew out from within.
They arranged themselves around the entire valley according to a particular pattern.
As Zhou Xun formed Mystic Gestures,
A blue-purple translucent light screen rose up, grinding away all the ghost mist within the valley while blocking the ghost mist outside.
It temporarily formed a