Beneath Su Huansheng's feet, it was as if he had stepped on the wind to dodge. The Ritian Stick smashed into a rock, shattering it instantly.
Su Huansheng's face turned pale, and he said, "Young friend Chu, it seems you no longer wish to join forces."
Chu Hao gripped the Ritian Stick and coldly said, "Put away your hypocrisy, it sickens me. Demons are a hundred times better than you."
These words weren't wrong. Su Huansheng was very scheming, still putting on the front of being a good guy even now. With such a person around, it was hard to feel at ease.
"You all dare to ignore this king!" the Ghost King roared in anger.
The bloody water drew ever closer, sweeping up nearby trees and rocks and hurling them towards the group.
If this bloody water were some illusion, then it was too lifelike, indistinguishable from the real thing. It was impossible to block, and everyone was sent flying by its force.
