With a chilling cold ghost gas enveloping the silvery-white Ghost Claw, it clasped, and in an instant, it contacted the searing beams shooting from Chen Dengming's eyes.
Puffs of smoke instantly steamed up in the air.
From afar, a muffled grunt echoed from the Underworld River; the silvery-white Ghost Claw was scorched and torn open with a burnt scar, disappearing into nothingness in an instant.
Almost simultaneously, Dongfang Huayuan's Silver Spear's offensive was intercepted by a suddenly emerging Ghost Fork.
A figure made up of dense ghost gas broke through the clouds, rapidly approaching from afar with a haunting array of ghostly wails and dreadful howls, making a terrifying entrance.
The Hell Ghost Monarch had also appeared!
"This one is mine!" Dongfang Huayuan roared, his massive figure swiftly advancing to confront the menace.
"The one in the Underworld River is the Nine Nether Ghost Monarch—I'll handle him!"
