"No, why? How come you're completely unharmed! You're not Ye Zhen!"
The king, known as the Assassin, watched as his incredibly powerful, dark red, supernatural weapon was plunged back into his body by the eerie dagger.
Before him stood Wei Jing, codenamed Ghost Messenger, with four foreign ghost tamers tied to a straw rope. His empty, numb eyes revealed a hint of disdain.
"That's outdated information from three months ago, how could you guys believe it!"
As he spoke, all the captain-level ghost tamers of the Xia Kingdom could use supernatural items to mobilize 1% of the Blood Sea's supernatural energy, directly sinking the ghost tamers he had dealt with into the Blood Sea.
After nodding to another captain-level ghost tamer who was secretly waiting in the sea of blood, hoping to save his life in a critical moment, he continued patrolling the entire city, keeping at least 30 kings hanging on.
Meanwhile, dozens of foreign ghost tamers, each commanding at least two ghosts, led by the three kings, arrived directly in front of He Yin'er, determined to eliminate this threat who had risked everything to summon their great father and bring about their total annihilation.
"Has the battle already begun? Since you were able to get here, it means that, at the very least, Ye Zhen and the others have been tied down. My role is clearly that of a clerical worker!"
He gave Wang Xiaoqiang, who was frantically swallowing, a look, then handed him a pale bone knife with countless blood-red patterns on its surface, and then turned his gaze to the small fry.
"No, how can a piece of trash like me deal with so many ghost tamers?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. This is a supernatural item left behind by Mr. Lin. It has supernatural effects such as suppression, division, and tearing apart ghost realms. It is an absolutely excellent item. With it, as long as you can withstand it, you can face off against a captain-level enemy head-on."
As he spoke, the ghost realm flashed, and the extremely eerie bone knife landed in Wang Xiaoqiang's hand. Then, bone spikes extended from the bone knife's handle, piercing through Wang Xiaoqiang's palm and instantly merging with the core vengeful ghost, the skeleton ghost, within his body.
"Damn it, why didn't you tell him about the serious side effects?"
The excruciating pain brought tears to Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes, but upon seeing the golden gloves Lu Zhiwen was wearing, he realized they weren't anything good either. Determined to finish the job quickly, Wang Xiaoqiang grabbed his bone knife and charged into the swarm of fish, beginning to blast them.
Lu Zhiwen, on the other hand, faced three kings alone, using his power to restart the process of restraint.
Along the way, Zhou Deng, who had been keeping a backup plan, also rushed into the battlefield between Lu Zhiwen and the three kings, using supernatural means to relieve Lu Zhiwen's pressure.
A terrifying supernatural attack struck from behind in an instant. The king, holding a coffin aloft, unleashed a fatal curse that directly hit He Yin'er, who was wholeheartedly performing the soul-summoning ritual.
Then, as a supernatural item specially crafted by Lin Nian to protect himself from various evil spirits shattered in the headquarters, the two old men were instantly summoned and rushed directly towards the king, who was still planning to continue attacking He Yin'er.
Taking advantage of this lull, He Yin'er continued the soul-summoning ritual. Instantly, the ritual, which was much faster than the previous one, was completed. Three old men, who left no names or inheritances, stepped out and rushed towards them amidst the horrified gazes of the clown, the projectionist, and the captain.
"The king who was lying in ambush has already made his move. These few must be the ones who came to attack us. By the way, how many of your life-saving supernatural abilities do you have left?"
"I just stole a big one, returning the supernatural attack on me to that clown. The life-saving items headquarters gave me, I still have three left. I should be able to hold out for one more round, after which the vengeful ghost will resurrect!"
"Nine items, but this time, there might not be many left of the things left by the soul summoner."
Silently swallowing the words that he still had four life-saving items left and could die four more times in place of others, Lu Zhiwen, who suddenly felt that he, a nobody who had inherited some of Qin Lao's supernatural abilities, was no match for this necromancer, was just about to change the subject when he heard Wang Xiaoqiang cursing.
"You guys have time to chat, come help me out! I've died four times already!"
With a single slash, he instantly killed a ghost tamer who was controlling three ghosts. His own face turned pale, and then he immediately drew his sword and slashed at another ghost tamer.
Looking at the six foreign ghost tamers lying at his feet, Zhou Deng, who rushed to help, could only sigh and say that sometimes, choosing the right leader is really important!
The coffin bearers roared in anger as the two old men launched a coordinated supernatural attack, and then died instantly. In the instant the vengeful ghost revived, a fountain of blood opened up, and they plunged directly into the boundless sea of blood.
In their final moments, the two old men, with expressions as ferocious as ghosts, charged headlong into the clown, the one in the worst condition among the three kings.
In an instant, only the projectionist and the captain, whose true intentions were completely unknown, remained in the room.
"Fourth-generation spirit summoner, your supernatural abilities are indeed much stronger than those of the older generation, but spirit summoners cannot take risks!"
The white-haired old man gave one last piece of advice, then, with a ferocious expression, he charged at the captain, creating an opportunity for the remaining two old men to kill the projectionist.
After seeing the projectionist die, the captain's eyes flickered, and he actually looked at Wang Xiaoqiang, who had killed the last foreign ghost tamer and was now painfully removing his hand from the bone knife handle, looking extremely weak.
In a flash, he appeared in front of Wang Xiaoqiang and, in an instant when no one could stop him, tore off Wang Xiaoqiang's right hand holding the knife, and was about to grab the bone knife in his hand.
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