Whoosh whoosh...

A cold wind whistled by, and faint, ghastly wails could be heard within.

Goosebumps quickly surfaced all over my body. I turned around. “Sister Mingyue, you go in first!”

Murong Mingyue’s foot flew out. “Cut the bullshit, go in!”

Pow!

Being forced to enter really wasn't a good feeling!

The moment I stepped into the Ghost King’s hall, I only felt that the surroundings were eerie. The space around me was devoid of light. I could only see things within 5 yards, and that was when I relied on the illumination of my Ghost Ice Soul.

Behind me, the girls followed me in and the inside of the hall instantly brightened!

Fuck!

Everyone was startled when they saw the scene in the hall!

A person clad in pure black armor sat above a gleaming golden throne. His hands were poised at its center holding a sword, his expression gloomy. Venom-corroded pus littered his face and even his sword hand was not spared from the noxious wounds as fishy smelling blood followed his sword hilt and flowed down. Anyone seeing this would lose their appetite.

This person was the legendary Poison Ghost King!

Beside the Poison...