klisemfg Chapter 485 Late Stage of the Ghost King
Chapter 485 Late Stage of the Ghost King
"Gaga, gaga, gaga."
The crows not far away scattered and disappeared without a trace!
In the blink of an eye, the dark figure appeared above everyone's heads, hovering in mid-air. The ghost kings hurriedly looked up at the sky, and when they saw who it was, their faces immediately showed surprise and joy.
It turns out that this mysterious black shadow was none other than the infamous Netherworld Ghost King.
He was dressed in a long black robe that covered his body completely, and he exuded a chilling aura from head to toe.
Because of the black robe, no one could see his true appearance, but the powerful aura emanating from him indicated that he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
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"Greetings, Lord Netherworld!" Upon seeing the Netherworld Ghost King arrive in person, the eight Ghost Kings dared not be negligent and immediately shouted in unison, bowing respectfully to him.
However, the Netherworld King ignored the worship of the ghost kings below and simply hovered quietly in the air, like an unshakeable mountain.
At the same time, his gaze, hidden beneath his black robe, coldly swept over Uncle Nine and the others, revealing an undisguised killing intent in his eyes.
Upon seeing the legendary Lord of the Underworld descend upon this place, Uncle Nine and the others' expressions instantly turned solemn.
Especially Master Four Eyes, who turned to Uncle Nine beside him with a worried expression and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, what should we do now?"
Uncle Nine frowned deeply, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Don't panic! Sect Leader Qianhe will definitely come to our aid! As long as we hold on a little longer, the situation will surely turn around."
Actually, the Netherworld King originally planned to wait for Chizuru to arrive before making his move.
However, as time ticked by, Chizuru remained nowhere to be seen, which aroused his suspicion.
After some deliberation, the Ghost King of the Underworld decided to change his strategy and strike first to eliminate the group of Maoshan Taoist priests in front of him.
Then they can focus their efforts on dealing with the Maoshan Sect and Qianhe, who has not yet shown his face.
The Ghost King of the Underworld swept his cold gaze over the Taoist priests of Maoshan: "I originally wanted to wait for Qianhe to come and wipe you all out in one fell swoop, but now it seems that it won't hurt to deal with you first."
Mao Chunhua and the others were secretly surprised to feel the powerful pressure emanating from the Netherworld Ghost King.
But things have come to this point, and the only option left is to fight to the death.
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Just then, a chilling scene unfolded—two enormous ghost kings appeared out of thin air beside the Netherworld Ghost King!
Their bodies are as majestic as mountains, giving people an indescribable sense of awe.
Upon closer inspection, these ghost kings are extremely terrifying in appearance. Rather than skeletons, they are more like giant corpses with unimaginable size!
It is seven or eight meters tall, like a giant standing tall between heaven and earth.
These three-meter-tall Maoshan Taoist priests, who had invoked the spirit of their ancestral masters, could only reach his crotch.
We really have to look up and gaze at these two ghost kings.
The two giant corpse ghost kings exuded a strong aura of death, like billowing black smoke spreading all around.
In their empty eye sockets, it seemed as if two balls of hellfire from the deepest hell were burning, staring coldly and mercilessly at the Maoshan Taoist priests in the arena.
Master Mao Chunhua, who was at the forefront, involuntarily took a small step back the moment he felt that terrifying pressure.
At that moment, he felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it extremely dry and even breathing difficult.
The eyes of those two colossal corpse demon kings were like bottomless, dark abysses, containing endless malice and killing intent that seemed capable of easily devouring all life and hope in the world.
"How...how terrifying! This is actually the late stage of the Ghost King realm!" Even the well-informed Daoist Mao Chunhua couldn't help but change color and feel a deep sense of fear when faced with such a horrifying sight.
He truly hadn't expected that these two suddenly appearing monsters would be so terrifying, and the oppressive feeling they brought was so powerful that it was frightening!
The late-stage Ghost King realm is this terrifying!
“Late stage of Ghost King…” Uncle Nine muttered to himself, but looking at Youming, he couldn’t tell what realm Youming was at!
I was terrified!
Mao Xiaofang was somewhat shocked.
His strength is not afraid of these eight ghost kings.
But he had a hard time facing these two late-stage Ghost Kings!
He had no chance against this man in the dark robe, because he couldn't discern any strength in him!
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At this moment, Uncle Nine took a deep breath with a solemn expression, and then quickly moved his palms, his ten fingers flying as he formed complex and mysterious hand seals at an astonishing speed.
At the same time, he was chanting incantations, the low and rapid sounds of his spells echoing in the air. He was clearly putting all his effort into casting some kind of spell, trying to summon an indestructible shield to defend against the impending attack.
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