"Senior, this mist is too thick and it's easy to lose direction. How about we rest for tonight?" the old man tentatively asked.
Xu Zimei took a look.
This mist is odd.
Even he couldn't disperse it and could only nod his head.
With a wave of his large hand, several big trees in the Five Ghosts Forest instantly fell with a loud crash.
Flames danced in his palms.
In no time, a bonfire pile appeared.
Upon seeing this scene, the old man's face slightly changed.
He hurriedly reminded, "Senior, flames are not allowed in the Five Ghosts Forest."
"Why?" Xu Zimei asked.
"The yin energy here is extremely heavy and ghosts run rampant. If there's fire, I'm afraid it will attract the Ghost King," the old man said.
"Very powerful?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Every Ghost King is at the Great Saint level.
Not to mention the Five Ghosts Forest, they would be invincible even in the outside world," the old man explained.
"No matter," Xu Zimei waved his hand.
Great Saint?
Just ants.
