The Ghost King's eyes suddenly narrowed—he hadn't expected Lin Chen to have such powerful means.
Though he severely injured the Ghost King, Lin Chen had already exerted all his strength, and his face turned pale as paper, completely devoid of any combat power.
"Damn it!" The Ghost King clutched his wound, and a trace of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, dozens of figures suddenly rushed over from afar.
Seeing the approaching people, the Ghost King's face lit up with joy: they were his Black Domain men.
Song Qiao looked at the ground covered with corpses, then stared at the terribly injured Ghost King in shock.
How is this possible? That kid actually killed so many high-level experts from the Black Domain all by himself, and severely injured the Ghost King—his strength is terrifying.
"Song Qiao, you all go, kill that kid for me," the Ghost King shouted.
