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A crimson light enveloped him, causing the temperature around him to rise sharply. The little ghosts shrieked and retreated, seemingly unable to withstand the heat, while one unfortunate ghost was engulfed in green smoke.
"Go and kill those little ghosts. I will handle this," Li Liang said coldly.
"Yes, my lord," Wu Mojian immediately nodded, then leaped off the city wall with Zhen Mo Wei, charging towards the little ghosts.
"Hmph, you all go down and kill those people," Lao Gui's dissatisfied voice rang out as the four bearers of the palanquin vanished in an instant.
Zhen Mo Wei and his companions, who had been effortlessly cutting through their enemies, suddenly found themselves facing four ghosts. Among them, two had already reached the Gui Jiang level, putting immense pressure on Wu Mojian and his team.
With a loud crash, the palanquin shattered. A young man with a pale face and dressed elegantly sat in a chair, grinning at Li Liang.
However, Li Liang's gaze shifted behind him, where a Red-Clothed Woman stood with disheveled hair, her face obscured.
"It’s impossible! You’ve cultivated a Ghost King so quickly?" Li Liang exclaimed in shock as his pupils constricted.
The Red-Clothed Woman was clearly a Ghost King, and now he had to face two of them. No wonder Lao Gui looked at him without a hint of fear.
"Haha! How do you like this surprise? It’s a special gift just for you," the young man laughed sinisterly, brimming with pride.
Li Liang's expression darkened; he finally understood why Lao Gui had been slaughtering townsfolk—he was cultivating this Ghost King.
Qin Feng shook his head; this Li Da Ren was too careless. He hadn’t investigated thoroughly and had walked right into a trap.
"Go, kill him," the young man said casually.
The Red-Clothed Woman appeared before Li Liang as if she had teleported. The surrounding heat hissed like water meeting ice, but it was clear that these energies were ineffective against the Female Ghost King.
With a clang, the Female Ghost King's hands transformed into blades as they clashed with Li Liang's weapon, sending sparks flying.
Li Liang dared not be careless; he focused all his energy on fighting the Female Ghost King. His strength was still formidable, and he began to suppress her. Just then, Li Liang's expression changed dramatically.
With a loud bang, he was struck on the back and sent flying.
The fabric on his back tore apart, revealing a dark handprint on his bronze skin. The Young Man leisurely withdrew his hand, a smug expression on his face as he looked at Li Dazhen, the Demon Commander. "What do you think? My Ghost Hand Seal isn't bad, right?"
Li Liang spat out a mouthful of blood, and to his shock, the blood froze as soon as it flowed out. His face turned pale, and his lips lost all color. He was channeling power to resist the invasion of Ghostly Energy; if it penetrated his lungs, even a deity couldn't save him.
With a look of despair and indignation, Li Liang clutched his chest and glared at the Young Man. This was a full-force strike from the Ghost King, and he had endured it head-on.
"Haha, I'm a demon; isn't it normal to be despicable?" The Young Man laughed triumphantly, feeling an immense sense of relief as the frustration from being hunted by Li Liang dissipated.
The Young Man greedily eyed Li Liang. "You are Wu Jin Strongman; your entire being is filled with treasures. Your soul can cultivate a Ghost King, and your body can refine a Zombie King. Tsk tsk, let's see who can stop me now."
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