Duanmu Xie used every ounce of his strength but still couldn't control the Heaven-Slaying Trident. With no other choice, he had to ask Shen Lang for help!
The Evil Ghost King, hiding far away, was stunned again. 'Damn it, this kid really is something else… This Trident has been here for over ten thousand years. Countless powerful Ghosts joined forces and couldn't budge it an inch, but he just casually fiddled with it and pulled it out! Even a Zombie this powerful can't handle the Trident and has to ask him for help?'
'Could it be that in terms of pure strength, he's already stronger than this Zombie? That's impossible!'
Shen Lang didn't even need to hear Duanmu Xie's plea; he was already chasing after them at top speed!
However, the Trident was dragging Duanmu Xie along, tumbling and hopping, at a speed far greater than Shen Lang's.
