"Kid, not many can make me use this move. Consider yourself lucky to witness it." The old ghost chuckled twice, then grabbed the Soul Summoning Banner with both hands and began to swing it wildly.
Whoosh, whoosh...
As he moved, a black mist once again rose on the stage.
This time, the black mist was completely different from before.
The current black mist was at least four or five times more intense than the previous mist.
The earlier mist was merely toxic, but this mist faintly revealed ferocious ghosts within, emitting a piercing wail.
And there were quite a few of them!
"This is the power of the Soul Summoning Banner?" Chen Yang frowned, sensing the threat.
Without hesitation, he quickly drew his Stone-Cutting Sword and prepared to defend himself.
"Ghosts and demons! Listen to my command, tear him apart!" Stopping his movements, the old ghost barked the order sharply!
Immediately, the ghosts in the mist charged at Chen Yang like madmen.
