On the other side was an elderly man, leaning on a cane, with a head full of white hair, sitting on the head of the towering Ghost King, his gray-yellow eyes emitting an incredibly greedy malice.
"Boy, since you're here, don't think about leaving. Perfect opportunity to nourish this old body of mine!"
He opened his mouth, revealing a full set of yellow teeth, letting out a suffocating, cold laugh.
"Perfect, I need to refine you too, so come on!"
Zheng Yi didn't waste any words with the elder and grandson ghosts, he simply waved his hand.
"Kill him!"
The old ghost's face turned grim as he ordered his grandson ghost, issuing a death command.
Suddenly, the gigantic grandson ghost's entire body erupted with Ghost Qi, expanding its massive frame, its veins bulging like countless earthworms. It roared, revealing sharp fangs, and charged at Zheng Yi.
