C549 I am like a king of gods, walking on fire!

That small spark floated over like a weak breeze, as if it was blown out by the countless cold gusts of wind in the next second. It slightly moved towards the ghost army that was madly rushing over.

A ghost that bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it rushed to the front, but still disdainfully looked at this flame, unrestrainedly swiping its claws