The Enigmatic Old Monk

Ghost King Shenchu also felt extreme danger. His huge body trembled.

But even this slight movement shook the entire volcano. Sparks flew out of the top and golden lava spewed out, flowing down the mountain. At the same time, Ghost King Shenchu opened his mouth, exhaling a puff of ghostly Qi.

"Even an ant dares to attack me. Die!"

The puff of Qi consolidated into a human shape in the air. It became a huge ghost general clad in black armor. It was more than 13 feet tall. Wielding a black spear, it roared and stabbed toward Zhang Ruochen.

Despite Ghost King Shenchu's weakness, the ghostly Qi he exhaled was still extremely powerful. It seemed to be strong enough to destroy the world.

The spear stabbed forward, causing the dirt and sand on the surface of the volcano to fly. The ghostly Qi surged crazily. Even bigger waves were lifted up in the sea of lava. In the blink of one's eye, the sharp point of the spear was before Zhang Ruochen.