"Eh... How on earth did that old thing manage to do it?"
Over here, watching as another figure suddenly leapt up from the ground and darted forward, fortunately Pu Yanlan had already noticed something was amiss. Just after that old thing tumbled out, she clinked her wrists together with her slim hands,
"Dang..."
Immediately, ghostly shadows filled their surroundings, ghostly qi surged sky-high, and the figure was blocked after rushing no more than five zhang.
"Return!"
The ghosts shouted as one, and among them, the well-trained ghost soldiers wielding long spears formed a spear formation and thrust them towards the figure.
"Ha..."
The figure was taken aback, spun around, and ran back, but collided right into the embrace of the Evil Ghost King.
"Ow..."
