The Ghost King's body shuddered.
A few small insects were shaken off the Ghost King and crawled into the villa.
Not long after.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed from inside the villa, followed by the thudding sounds of bodies hitting the ground.
The Ghost King displayed a grotesque smile, walked to the entrance of the villa, and pressed his hand on it.
The Ghost King's greenish-purple hand turned golden the moment he exerted his power.
Subsequently, the locked iron door was forcefully pushed open by the Ghost King.
The strength required for this was immense; naturally, if it was Song Yun, it would be as simple as child's play to open the door.
With a bizarre smile on his face, the Ghost King walked into the villa, where bodies lay sprawled across the floor outside the villa, all with blueish faces and stiff bodies.
No doubt, he was an expert in group battles; those poison insects alone made the Ghost King akin to a mage in novels.
Of course, the Ghost King wasn't a god.
