C1180 Millions of Ghost Soldiers

"Damn it! Do you really want to kill me?"

The Black King cursed, but it didn't dare show any neglect. Its four legs moved quickly, turning into a black shadow and shuttling back and forth among the ghost soldiers. It was so fast that no one could see its figure clearly.

It had to be said that although the Black King's strength was slightly lacking and it didn't have any way to attack