Zhang Menglong and Yan Chixia clinked glasses a few times, and the sky gradually brightened.
"Teacher Yan, you've worked hard. I'll head back first to bamboozle them a bit; there's still another show for us later!" Zhang Menglong stood up, took out a pill, and swallowed it. His aura quickly grew lethargic, and red viscous liquid even seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The martial artists and demon beasts watching the live broadcast had no clue what kind of trick Zhang Menglong was pulling this time.
"Watch closely, everyone; the show is about to begin!"
...
Demon Eye Ghost City.
The undead could be considered energy life forms. After the Ghost King Demon Eye consumed tens of thousands of soul cores, his injuries gradually stabilized. However, the entire ghost city remained on high alert, as no one knew how Zhang Menglong was doing now, or if that powerful Taoist would return.
"He's here! He's back!"
