Butcher Maxwell felt something was wrong. As he hesitated, the Ghost Knight leader lightly extended his foot and kicked him off the horse. Maxwell rolled to the feet of the Lord of the Skeleton Sea. The big boss was really angry; it's better for fellow disciples to die than to be a poor victim.
Maxwell raised his head and saw the Lord of the Skeleton Sea spitting a ghostly flame towards him. He cried out as the flames enveloped him, causing him to yell in pain. However, his aura shot up from the second level to the third level once again.
When the ghost flames dissipated, Maxwell's beard and chest hair were twisted and entangled, and wisps of smoke rose from his body...
"Now that's what a deputy leader should look like!" the Lord of the Skeleton Sea waved his hand: "Let's go!"
