Even if he was a lightning cultivator and possessed a certain suppressive effect against their Ghost Race, the gap in cultivation between them was utterly real.
Had Zhou Xun not been pressed down and beaten by King Feiying from the very beginning?
When King Feiying unleashed the forbidden technique, Soul-Wailing Ghost Sound, Zhou Xun had nearly fallen on the spot and lost consciousness.
How had the tide turned in the blink of an eye, with Zhou Xun not only reversing offense and defense but even killing King Feiying?
All of it had happened in the span of sparks flying from flint. Even if he had wanted to offer aid, it had already been too late.
What had originally happened to Zhou Xun had now happened to himself. How could he not be terrified?
King Feiying, you have ruined me!
As his thoughts raced, King Sheluo made a prompt decision: flee!
His hands formed Mystic Gestures.
Ghost mist stretching thousands of zhang swiftly gathered, blotting out the space before him. Then—
His Natal Ghost Pearl once more separated a wisp of its Ghost Qi essence.
It merged into his body.
But who was True Lord Tian Ci? Seeing Zhou Xun turn defeat into victory, he was overjoyed, while a lingering sense of having survived a great calamity welled up within him.
He knew that what came next would be a joint battle between himself and Zhou Xun against King Sheluo.
At once, he turned his gaze toward King Sheluo opposite him and fixed it there.
At this point, he no longer needed to risk his life. He only had to wait for Zhou Xun to come to his aid; once the two joined forces, killing this Ghost King would naturally be inevitable.
Thus, he waited calmly and unhurriedly.
Then he suddenly