Fang Zheng controlled the Ghost King's body to dive underground, like a wisp of eerie wind, slipping into a spacious, dark passage.
"Swish!"
The eerie wind swirled, revealing a Ghost Body.
He casually chose a spot to sit cross-legged, looked up through the thick earth layer, and then let out a dull grunt.
"Seems like someone has their eyes on Fang!"
His eyes flickered, he directly stuck the Upper Pure Great Cave Thunder True Talisman on himself, and formed a seal technique with his hands while adjusting his breath and circulation of energy.
In the recent clash, he appeared mighty, not falling behind even against a Master with nearly three hundred years of cultivation.
In truth, he had exhausted all his means, with the Seven Kills Spell continuously burning Ghost Energy to sustain high-intensity bursts.
If it weren't for the Divine Talisman he carried, aiming to deter opponents with a "fish dies, but the net is torn" resolve, he would have had a hard time today.
