When he said this, the Ghost King's expression was especially ferocious.
And the high-ranked spirits gathered around him were obviously filled with various kinds of excitement.
However, in the blink of an eye, the Ghost King casually waved his hand, and the undead, which had already transformed into human shapes, turned directly into ghastly white bones and flew off in unison toward the northern valley.
Another Ghost King, who seldom spoke, glanced at Han Qianxun with indifferent eyes, then followed the main force ahead.
In an instant, what was originally a crowded group was cleared out. The remaining strong-willed Ghost King looked towards the direction of the northern valley, then said to Han Qianxun once more, "I will tentatively believe you this time. I won't stop you; you can go from the south. Although there is a chasm there, I believe, with your abilities, you can escape from here."
