"Because of this?"
The man's face twisted, not expecting the Ghost King to be completely unyielding.
"What are you all staring for, get moving!"
The man shouted sharply, circulating True Qi within his body, while trying hard to cut off the departure of Yang Qi. At the same time, a rainbow cloud broke through the suppression of the gray fog, spreading in the main hall, emitting a fragrance of a hundred flowers.
"As expected, you still have the strength to resist," the Ghost King sneered, then flipped the Treasure Mirror in his hand, and a beam of light shot out, covering the colorful cloud and fixing it in mid-air.
"What?"
The man's pupils constricted, and he flickered to escape from the Ghost King's grasp.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The Ghost King's hand suddenly extended two more feet, capturing the man once again.
