Just a moment ago, everyone was thinking that they could arm-wrestle the White ghost king with the flame giant, but the next second, he was gone.
Along with the flame giant, the confidence of the people of notwood town was also crushed.
In the midst of the shattered flames, the White Ghoul King, covered in white hair and with a ferocious expression, roared into the sky. A pair of extremely strong arms beat against his chest, making a sound like a war drum.
All the cultivators in the formation looked dispirited.
The flame Giants summoned by the concentrated power were destroyed just like that. It would bring some backlash to the entire array, and everyone would not feel good.
The two Foundation cultivators in charge of the flaming puppet formation looked at each other. The one in charge gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the power of the formation.
