Zhang Kui was taken aback, a son?
He looked at the creature that was neither human nor ghost and felt utterly bewildered.
If he were the son of the National Guardian True Man, with such a distinguished status, what couldn't he get? Why turn himself into this ghostly state?
"Shut up!"
Wang Chaoxian was immediately infuriated, channeling spells with both hands, and the three-eyed, four-armed grim divine statue flared up in flames, its figure becoming more solid.
"If you could kill me, you would've done it long ago!"
The Corpse Demon let out a shrill scream, swinging its sharp, black-clawed hands wildly while the bronze bells on its wrists jingled incessantly.
Instantly, the mountain was filled with rolling Yin Qi, black mist spreading everywhere, with countless Fierce Ghosts appearing out of nowhere, swarming towards the divine statue like ants.
