In the ancient forest, eerie ghostly aura permeated, within the dim ghostly aura, the reflection of every grass and tree in the ancient forest was seen in the flickering ghost flames.
This ghost tribesman was fully two zhangs tall, covered all over in a greenish-grey scale, with a pair of twisted antlers on his head. The ghost flame in his dreadfully green eyes made whoever meet his glance feel a chill to the bone.
His silhouette hid in the shadow behind an ancient tree, emitting ghostly auras all over. In the eyes of many foreign tribes, however, this ghost tribesman had a multitude of ghost shadows around him, filled with bones and graves.
Maybe he felt insulted by this ghastly figure, that self-proclaimed prince, whose body was emanating a strong demonic aura, spoke again, "You Ling, do you really think I, the prince, am afraid of you?"
Between his words, the demonic aura shook, and the vigorous blood qi surged, clearing the ghostly aura around him.
