"With so many dead spirit ghosts surrounding us, how can we possibly pick the Soul Summoning Grass?"
Seeing the dense, bobbing dead spirit ghosts in the River of Oblivion, Lian Hongshang and the other two women felt a chill run down their spines.
These are all low-level ghosts, with poor individual combat abilities, but even ants can bite an elephant to death; it's hard to withstand their sheer numbers.
Even Li Chen, upon seeing so many ghosts surrounding him, would feel a chill run down his spine.
Just as Li Chen was considering whether to use the Youzhou Tripod to forcibly drive away these ghosts and seize the Soul Summoning Grass in the opportunity, a sudden great wave rose over the River of Oblivion.
Immediately, they saw a monster as large as a hill with two lanterns hanging from it, rising from the turbulent riverbed.
