"Something's wrong!"
King Feiying quickly broke free.
The Netherworld was a place where the weak were prey to the strong. He himself had fought and slaughtered his way up—where could such warmth and peace have come from?
By the time he realized it,
a flash of lightning had appeared, already several yards before him!
King Feiying turned pale with fright. Left with no choice, one of his arms fell straight off, transforming into an incarnation that blocked the attack before him.
As for his true body, he used that instant to retreat more than ten yards, dodging to the side.
The Mystic Thunder Sword shot directly through King Feiying's incarnation.
"Rumble!"
The immense lightning blasted it into powder!
"Good! Good! Good!" King Feiying spat out three successive "goods" in furious shock. His eyes instantly filled with rage, and his already grim, terrifying face twisted beyond recognition.
"Looks like I underestimated you!"
"Today, I'll let you learn what a High-Grade Ghost King truly is!"
As he spoke, Ghost Qi surged wildly from his severed arm. In the blink of an eye, a new arm regrew.
Then, his hands danced swiftly as he muttered incantations. The ghostly mist around him grew ever denser and heavier.
Next, a Ghost Pearl slowly rose, and a streak of black light separated from it. Having done this, King Feiying's aura immediately weakened by several degrees. Clearly, this was some secret art with an immense cost!
The black streak then merged into the ghost-headed skeleton.
Its body swelled once more, growing to six or seven hundred zhang tall. Cold ghostfire flickered in its eyes, as though it could see through every illusion in the world.
At that moment, it suddenly opened its cavernous maw and released a piercing cry. The sound waves surged toward Zhou Xun like