Master Wu was struggling to breathe, clutching his chest and gritting his teeth, "Damn, is this really the Ghost King?"
Nowadays, spiritual power has waned. Let alone a Ghost King, Master Wu had scarcely encountered any genuine ferocious ghosts.
With his cultivation base, encountering a ferocious ghost was already quite a burden.
Not to mention a Ghost King.
This was a complete one-sided suppression.
Even the mere evil qi seeping in made him unable to move, like the weight of Mount Tai pressing down, unable to straighten his back.
If the Ghost King were to break in, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Xia Xin's face was also a bit pale at this time.
The feeling of his soul nearly tearing apart, which had appeared once in the cave, assailed him once more.
He felt as if there were a giant pair of hands trying to tear his soul in half.
It also felt like someone was stirring something in his mind.
Dizziness hit him all of a sudden.
