Published: August 28, 2025
Chapter 441: Ghost King (Part Three)
Just as the gray shadow was about to pierce through the man in the black robe, a dazzling white light suddenly flared up between them. The gray shadow let out a strange cry and recoiled, seemingly terrified of the white light.
The man in the black robe, who had narrowly escaped death, was momentarily stunned but then overwhelmed with joy.
Without hesitation, he immediately fled, finally revealing his figure with a flash of red light beside Han Li.
Han Li looked at the man in the black robe with some surprise.
He clearly saw that within the flicker of the white light, something resembling a giant bird briefly appeared—it was this thing that had driven back the gray shadow.
Han Li grew curious about this.
The man in the black robe didn’t give Han Li a friendly look.
Having just escaped a deadly situation, he was still shaken and regretted not heeding others' advice to come hastily to the Void Heaven Hall.
But when he thought about the white light that had just saved his life, something seemed to dawn on him.
He hurriedly reached into his robe and pulled out an ancient, weathered bronze mirror.
Han Li gave it a curious sideways glance.
The mirror had an unusual design and faint traces of spiritual energy. Could it be another ancient treasure?
As Han Li was pondering, a sudden cracking sound rang out.
The surface of the ancient mirror shattered into seven or eight pieces without any warning. The spiritual energy it once contained vanished without a trace, and the object was now a worthless relic.
Seeing this, the man in the black robe was full of regret.
He sighed and reluctantly put the broken bronze mirror away.
Then he raised his head and caught Han Li’s gaze. Remembering that he had deliberately withheld help earlier, he snorted coldly in annoyance and turned his head away.
Han Li was taken aback by this behavior.
But then, as if understanding something, he smiled wryly and decided not to engage with this person. Instead, he looked toward the ghostly creatures across from them.
Immortal maiden Zi Ling looked at the man in the black robe and also showed a contemplative expression.
At this moment, the “Wailing Soul” beast had already rushed over and climbed onto the black-robed man’s shoulder, sitting obediently and appearing extremely well-behaved.
Beside the black ghost shadow across from them, the gray shadow appeared faintly to one side, and with several “puff” sounds, seven or eight more identical demon ghosts emerged from the surrounding mist.
Han Li immediately recognized these ghostly creatures—they were called “Weiwu,” fierce ghost demons.
Normally, just one appearing in the mortal world would cause a huge disturbance. Unexpectedly, here was an entire group. Han Li’s expression darkened.
These demons had horns on their heads and sharp ten fingers. Although not as powerful as the two ghost shadows, they were not far off from late foundation establishment cultivators.
At this moment, they all crouched coldly nearby, encircling Han Li and the others tightly.
Seeing this, Han Li knew a tough fight was inevitable. He spoke without hesitation.
“You two deal with those Weiwu ghosts. I’ll take on the two ghost shadows. Hold them off as long as you can!”
Han Li’s voice was low and solemn. Though the man in the black robe harbored much dissatisfaction toward Han Li, he understood the seriousness of the situation and reluctantly accepted Han Li’s orders.
After all, he admitted he could not defeat two ghost shadows.
If someone else was willing to take them on, he was more than happy.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the fierce ghosts revealed their ferocious intent. Han Li, without hesitation, immediately activated his spiritual beast pouch.
A large swarm of golddevourer worms transformed into a shimmering gold and silver mist, floating in the air.
At this moment, the demon ghosts seemed to receive a command and simultaneously lunged viciously toward the three of them, spewing black ghost fire.