Jia Lin stood within a world of raging flames and freezing ice. Around him, the howls of ghosts echoed out and the zooming of flying swords created by the forces of the wind shot past his face. These wind blades were so sharp, that if a normal Martial King were to be cut by any of them, then their bodies would be sliced in half or even several other smaller pieces.
Twenty three peak ghost slaves slowly made their way towards Jia Lin, their auras speaking tremendously. The muscles on their bodies flexed with popping sounds, the ground beneath them cracking and shaking none stop. The air vibrated around them, which cause the void to twist, four green grasslands that were hundreds of meters in height and width came falling down over Jia Lin's head.
Four massive ghost slaves that had large a
