Raising his head and letting out a roar, the Flesh Ghost God's legs rooted into the earth, countless ghosts in the shadows responded wildly.
"Not enough yet."
Gao Ming's pupils were pierced by scarlet, his eyes filled with hysterical excitement, as he moved the fourth shrine that the Dream Ghost had joined forces to snatch from the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical laboratory.
If Number Two were here, he would surely stop Gao Ming, knowing the unknowable dream hadn't truly died, countless people still remember it. Yet, while it hadn't been forgotten, Gao Ming dared to devour its four shrines, a move fraught with great risk; at any moment, the dream could spread its wings within his soul.
Pressing heavily down with his palm, his five fingers exerting force, Gao Ming opened the door to the fourth shrine.
"Flesh Immortal!"
