The ghostly spear emanated waves of blood aura, piercing through the void, heading straight for Lin Chen.
Lin Chen's gaze sharpened, and the ancient sword of Tianyuan in his hand began to dance.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In the sky, the two figures continuously intersected and collided like two phantoms.
The surrounding onlookers were all astonished—this young man's strength was unexpectedly formidable, capable of holding his own against the Ghost King.
Boom!
The spear and sword clashed, and both individuals were sent flying backwards.
Lin Chen shook his numb hands, his expression growing more serious.
This Ghost King's strength was clearly much greater than Song Qiao and the others. With every collision, Lin Chen felt a chilling aura infuse into him.
Yet, all of this cold aura was dissipated by the Inner Strength within Lin Chen, thus having no effect on him.
In their ongoing battle, the Ghost King realized he hadn't gained any advantage, and his expression grew somber.
