C113 Chapter 113

Next, something even more unbelievable happened. Around Wu Xiaogang, a surge of crimson, murderous energy burst outward and took shape as a towering swordsman. Wild-haired and half-transparent, the figure enveloped Wu Xiaogang from behind, gripping a massive greatsword and swinging it down at the ogre.

“It’s here—the Ghost King!” Ling’er gasped.

“Ghost King?” Liang Jing asked, confused