Using only two grand but shallow magic techniques to move several large rocks, he quickly found himself unable to sustain the effort—it was painfully inadequate.
"You can see this divine being?"
The Evil Ghost General, who had been watching Lu Qingfeng, suddenly noticed that Lu Qingfeng was looking back at him for the second time, a smile that was not quite a smile on his face. Realizing that his own form had been seen, his mouth opened and closed, emitting a chillingly eerie sound.
"Divine?"
Lu Qingfeng was taken aback.
A mere wild ghost daring to claim the title of deity?
"Disrespect towards the divines!"
"Death!"
The Evil Ghost General, apparently not in full possession of his senses, saw that Lu Qingfeng did not respond, and with a fierce and hideous expression, lunged at him. In an instant, the thunder ceased, the light returned, and only a succession of ghostly chills rushed toward him.
"Good."
"Time for you to witness the true power of the Thunder Skill!"