Jing Teng couldn't help but glance at Zu An. This so-called emperor was so powerful, and more importantly, he had actually provoked such a formidable enemy.
Qiu Honglei also looked troubled. The stronger Zhao Hao became, the greater the pressure on her. Regardless of her identity as a member of the Demonic Sect or her relationship with Azu, he was an absolute enemy.
Zuan, however, was focused on the battlefield. He believed that the Ghost King could not possibly be defeated so easily.
As expected, Zhao Hao showed no joy on his face, instead looking in a distant direction.
Soon, a dark shadow re-formed there, and countless skulls once again formed a giant ghost face, saying in a muffled voice, "Interesting."
Zhao Hao frowned. How come this guy's attacks were ineffective no matter what he did? This is impossible. How could there be such an unsolvable existence in the world?
There must be a solution; I just haven't found it yet.
Just then, the giant ghost face looked at the golden giant and laughed: "Soul, this is what I love most."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a series of extremely shrill screams.
A terrifying sound wave spread out, and a group of people who had sensed the intense fighting atmosphere here wanted to come and see what was going on.
As soon as they approached, they heard the terrifying shriek, and then a struggling phantom image was projected onto everyone's head.
Those who came to investigate were clearly the strongest in the world, but unfortunately, they couldn't even withstand a single exchange before their souls left their bodies and flew away.
As soon as those phantom souls struggled desperately, trying to grasp their own bodies, all their efforts were in vain as the shrieks continued to echo.
Countless struggling and twisted phantom souls fell into the mouth of the giant ghost face, which showed an expression of enjoyment and even made chewing motions.
"The Demonic Sound of the Ghost King!" Zu'an exclaimed in horror, referring to the Ghost King's ultimate skill that Wolong had described.
Fortunately, he had prior intelligence, so he deliberately led everyone far away. Even so, he was still feeling dizzy and disoriented. The other two women were even worse off, their expressions becoming somewhat bewildered.
Zuan directly summoned Bai Ming and used the Lion's Roar technique, using sound waves against sound waves, which slightly brought the others back to their senses.
"Let's go!" He dared not stay here to watch the show, because he noticed that Zhao Hao's primordial spirit phantom was also greatly affected, and was obviously at a complete disadvantage.
Staying here now won't mean reaping the benefits; it will only mean getting caught up in the mess.
Jing Teng regained her senses and realized the situation was critical. She hurriedly led the group to a wall, and somehow the wall suddenly opened. The group hid inside and then felt the terrifying pressure disappear.
Meanwhile, Zhao Hao had already seen the group's movements, but he was powerless to stop them and was in dire straits himself.
He felt a terrifying force severing the connection between his primordial spirit and his physical body. He knew in his heart that although his primordial spirit was strong, the world was like a sea of suffering, and his physical body was the boat that protected his primordial spirit. Once he fell into the sea from the boat, he would eventually collapse and dissipate like a rootless duckweed or a tree without roots.
At that point, they will no longer be able to resist the Ghost King's devouring power and may even become its nourishment.
While he was struggling to resist here, Li Changsheng and Xuan Bajing were also holding on on the other side.
They are renowned grandmasters, leaders of their respective sects, and possess secret techniques far surpassing those of ordinary grandmasters.
They each used their unique skills to protect the stability of their souls, and unlike the people around them, their souls were not sucked away in an instant.
But as time went on, they were horrified to find that they were also about to give up. Their illusory souls were gradually emerging from the top of their heads, desperately clinging to their bodies and pleading with Zhao Hao, "Your Majesty, save me!"
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