Yang Chen's eyes searched for any opportunity that could help him escape.
Life and death hinged on an instant.
As he spoke, a Daoist King from the Fierce Ghost Sect launched a crazed attack. When he took action, layers of ghostly Qi wrapped around him, and a fierce Ghost Bead emerged from the black fog, smashing straight toward Yang Chen's body.
This Ghost Bead was covered with ghost faces; it seemed simple, but not really. Yang Chen subconsciously used his Dao Intent to guard against it, but the ghost faces on the bead seemed to absorb his Dao Intent, sucking it directly into the bead.
Seeing this, Yang Chen's face panicked, but he quickly calmed down and sent out a palm of Golden Thunder, slamming it onto the Ghost Bead.
The ghost faces on the bead seemed indifferent, as if they were about to swallow the Golden Thunder, but their expressions turned fearful once they managed to swallow it.
"AHHHH!"
