The Final Trump Card
Just as Zhou Mingrui's voice rang out, phantom flames suddenly appeared behind him. They rapidly condensed into a similarly massive figure.
"Eh? No, that's not right. The aura of this figure is weird. He's not a summoner, so it should be impossible for him to exceed his limitations and summon."
Zhao Guian stopped and looked at the figure in confusion, but he quickly denied his initial thought.
Soon, a fat figure that was nearly ten meters tall and shimmering with black ghostly light appeared behind Zhou Mingrui.
Unlike the figure behind Zhao Guian, although this figure was also made of energy, it was completely solid.
"Is this a summoning spell?"
"Zhao Guian raised an eyebrow. He was very knowledgeable and had seen many summoner skills.
However, who would have thought that a summoned spirit would use a summoning spell? He had never seen such a scene in his life.
"The Goblin King?"
