Crack!
The enormous skeletal body of the Ghost Monarch, struck by the wind-like attack, began to disintegrate silently, like a sand sculpture weathered through millions of years, vanishing inch by inch.
In this way, a Fourth Rank Lower-grade Ghost Monarch fell.
The remaining Ghost Monarchs, however, showed no fear and surged with ghostly energy, engaging in battle again.
For a quick resolution, Xu Ping immediately decided to lend a hand.
With Xu Ping's abundant mana at the mid-stage Nascent Soul, even just using magic and divine techniques is enough to easily suppress a Tier Four Middle-grade Ghost Monarch.
How could the Main Soul let go of such a golden opportunity?
With demonic claws dancing wildly, and chains straddling the sky, it seized the chance to devour and shred frantically.
The screams of ghosts were incessant, and the ghostly aura dissipated like a tide!
