"As expected of an existence at this level of power—even the entourage for your entrance is extravagant," Xiao Qiang said with a bitter smile.
At this moment, the vast ghost cloud oppressed the surroundings as Xiao Qiang stepped forward. He was about to attempt something seemingly impossible: to stop this terrifying figure from advancing any closer! That horrifying specter at the Spirit Transformation stage was now approaching, and it was clear he had already noticed Xiao Qiang.
In his eyes, Xiao Qiang's actions were utterly foolish—like a mantis trying to block a cart, courting death at every turn. Yet, the specter paused in his tracks.
"A human? Do you desire death so much that you dare to obstruct the path of this Ghostly Overlord?" From within the endless ghost cloud, a massive malevolent ghost sat atop a throne of piled white bones. Aloof and condescending, he gazed down at Xiao Qiang, who, in his eyes, was no more than an ant.
