As night fell, thick clouds gathered, shrouding the stars and moonlight.
A freezing wind howled through the dark, its low roar reverberating as if heralding the arrival of the Ghost King.
Suspended silently in midair, the Ghost King brought with him a boundless, oppressive darkness! The air grew thick and stagnant, like a tangible veil of shadows smothering this entire domain.
A biting chill invaded every heart, forcing dread to creep unbidden into their souls.
The Ghost King?
Ye Qiubai and his three companions lifted their gaze, staring at the figure above.
The elder stood motionless in midair, yet merely meeting his eyes made them feel as if a horde of a thousand ghosts were stampeding toward them!
Those spectral forces wrapped tightly around them, until even the slightest twitch of a finger became impossible.
Divine Master Realm!
Even Mu Fusheng found it shockingly difficult to move; this was far beyond the mere pressure of a Beginner Stage Divine Master.
