Like an obedient disciple, Wang Zijia floated towards the altar below.
As he drew near the altar, a cloud of ghostly fog suddenly erupted around him, engulfing him entirely.
Wang Zijia, who had been tense all over, felt a strange change come over his face the moment he sensed the ghostly fog.
Five Ghosts Bewildering Curse?
Rendered by mana instead of being a manifestation of the Five Ghosts' actual essence?
Doesn't he rate me at all, thinking he can take me down with such a broken stuff?
Well, I must say, the power isn't bad, but it's only at the peak of the Primordial Spirit, not yet crossing the Tribulation threshold!
He is even reluctant to pay the price for the curse, this guy must not be Crossing the Tribulation, no need to run, fight on!
His thoughts moved swiftly, and Wang Zijia floated bizarrely towards the skeleton frame.
"What's Xian'er doing, letting this kind of rat poke through… huh…"?
