The Ghost Race formed an array, as ghostly mist surged,
black chains instantly condensed and coiled towards Zhou Xun and the others.
The chains emitted a sinister aura, tempting anyone who glanced at them to fall into its depths!
"Reacting quickly!"
Zhou Xun's hands swiftly moved to form seals, chanting under his breath. Seventy-two Thunder Seeds suddenly radiated brightly, and thick bolts of thunder erupted from them, clashing with the Ghost Race's black chains.
A relentless "crackle" filled the air, as thunder intertwined and neutralized ghostly qi. Within moments, the chains of ghostly mist dissipated!
"What kind of divine techniques are these!"
The remaining three Ghost Kings were seized with fear,
the Thunder Cultivator inherently restrained them, and his formidable power shattered their hopes of defeating him.
"Comrades, let's defend with all our might. Reinforcements will arrive in a quarter of an hour, spelling their doom!"
