Ghost King sneered, "Let me teach you how to be a subordinate." As the waves from the sleeves of the Ghost King erupted like a volcano, their powerful pressure was engulfed by the waves. A gigantic black Fireball, dragging a long trail of flames, annihilated the Dust in the forest, its speed visibly fast in the pupils.
"Jun Lin is fully aware, in delicate enormity، the dragon's tail strikes."
Lin Chen's expression darkened, a Blood Refining Soul Device—Jiao Dragon—appeared, soaring through the nine heavens. The dragon's tail lashed out, sweeping across thousands of troops and shattering mountains.
"Bang!"
To reach the mid-stage of the Martial King realm, the gap between Gui Xiu and Lin Du was enormous. Even if the attacks by King Wu seemed effortless, Lin Du had to try every possible way to resist. Lin Du's Evolution Dragon shattered like glass, while King Gui Yan's ball charged like a speeding train toward Lin Du.
