The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 990

Chapter 990: Chapter 987 Zhong Kui Fights the Ghost King Chapter 990: Chapter 987 Zhong Kui Fights the Ghost King “`

Seeing this scene, Shen Luo subconsciously released his Divine Sense, probing into the White Fog, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

Amidst the dense White Fog surrounding them, undetectable until now, surged a massive fluctuation of Soul Power from what seemed to be hundreds of people quietly encircling them.

“There are ghosts coming.” Just then, Qing Lu suddenly shouted loudly.

No sooner had his voice faded than hundreds of ghost soldiers clad in ancient copper armor charged out of the fog ahead, their onslaught fierce and imposing.

Shen Luo, prepared to make a move, realized those ghosts seemed to have no intention of attacking them. Instead, upon noticing the two of them, they veered aside, bypassing them.

“What's going on?” Qing Lu asked in surprise.

“Someone is hunting them down,” Shen Luo said slowly.

With that, he concealed his aura, and with a swift motion, he sped towards the direction ahead. After covering a hundred steps, he heard the sound of a fierce battle raging in front of him.

By the time he pursued another hundred feet, he had arrived at the edge of the Black Bamboo Forest. The Earth in front of him seemed as if cleaved by a godly sword, revealing a gargantuan chasm, a hundred feet deep, filled with Corpse Air billowing upwards into the mid air.

The view before him was Netherworld Ghost Streams, and across the valley stood two towering mountains. Between their peaks lay a valley entrance, which was also the exit of the Valley of Evil Yin and the other end of the Hell Maze.

As Shen Luo was gazing across, a blaze suddenly illuminated the depths below, and a dragon-shaped Flame, a hundred feet tall, burst into the sky, exploding like a magnificent firework.

In the midst of the sprawling sparks, a figure in ancient Dragon Bone Armor, with Black Smoke coalescing a hazy silhouette within, appeared. Its smoky hands grasped a Dark Iron Spear and made a distant stab towards the lower reaches of the abyss.

The tip of the spear surged with ferocious Yin Sha Qi, which in an instant, gathered to resemble a tumultuous sea and mountains, heading straight for the Lower Frontier of the abyss.

Witnessing this scene, Shen Luo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly; the ghost before him seemed to be no ordinary Ghost King, its aura threateningly close to the late stages of the True Immortal Realm. Qing Lu would likely be a poor match for such a formidable Ghost King.

“Haha, Youming Ghost King, is that all you've got?” At that moment, a bold laugh echoed from the abyss below.

Hearing this, Shen Luo felt the voice was somewhat familiar. Before he could ponder further, a howling wind surged from below, and an immense Spiral Vortex emerged from the abyss, swiftly drawing in all the Yin Sha Qi into its core.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in a Bright Red Robe shot up towards the sky, one hand held high, and at the base of the thumb, a faintly visible Qi Acupoint could be seen, from which the raging wind vortex extended.

In the midst of the roaring winds, all traces of Yin Sha Qi were completely absorbed and vanished. The man in the red robe chased after the Youming Ghost King, brandishing a Crimson Treasure Sword, pursuing the Ghost King with slashing blows.

Recognizing the patterns of Court Attire and the Phoenix Wings fluttering atop the man's cap, Shen Luo identified him–it was indeed Zhong Kui, the Ghost-catching Heavenly Master.

At this moment, Zhong Kui's aura was far stronger than when Shen Luo had first encountered him, already at the Taiyi Level.

Zhong Kui caught up with the Youming Ghost King in flight, wielding his Demon-subduing Treasure Sword to fight fiercely, the Sword Edge clashing with the spear light, scattering countless sparks above the abyss.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The sounds of explosions reverberated above Netherworld Ghost Streams. The two combatants increased their speed, their figures becoming more blurred as they pursued and attacked each other, moving off into the distance.

When Qing Lu caught up, he saw the two figures receding into the distance, battling each other, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, “The rumors claimed that Zhong Kui had fallen, yet here he stands…”

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Shen Luo didn't say much to him, and chased after the two people as well.

“Boom”

Another explosion sounded in the high altitude as a mass of black light burst apart, a bright red robe rustling as it plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily onto an old rope bridge spanning the Netherworld Ghost Streams.

The bridge seemed ancient, with exposed iron chains and many rotten wooden planks, already in a dire state of disrepair, seemingly about to collapse at any moment.

However, when Zhong Kui's body smashed onto the iron chains, it only caused the bridge to shake violently, but it did not break apart.

After he stood up, he looked up into the sky where the Youming Ghost King was still absorbing the surrounding Yin Sha Qi, and his shattered body began to gradually repair itself, even the broken armor was slowly restoring.

Nevertheless, the aura emanating from him was much weaker than before.

“You still refuse to surrender? If we continue to fight, you will only be blown apart by me again and again,” Zhong Kui declared loudly.

The Youming Ghost King in mid-air remained silent, continuing to absorb the Yin Sha Qi and restore his strength.

“Stubborn to the end. If that's the case, then I shall help you find peace,” Zhong Kui's eyes narrowed slightly, lifting his Demon-subduing Treasure Sword once again, ready to strike at the Youming Ghost King once more.

“Cang lang lang…”

Just then, a faint sound of chains rattling rang out, and Zhong Kui's body suddenly stiffened in place.

At the end of the rope bridge behind him, a white figure abruptly materialized, its neck bound with a rope, its body hanging from the archway at the bridge's entrance, swaying eerily in the Yin wind.

Its complexion was ghostly pale, with eyes of pure white, no black pupils to be seen, and a gaping, blood-red mouth that gradually revealed a scarlet, purple tongue, extending all the way to Zhong Kui's neck, dozens of feet away.

Shen Luo was slightly surprised in his heart, as he hadn't been aware of the Hanging Ghost's presence before.

Just as he was about to step forward to help, Zhong Kui's figure had already twisted around, and with a fierce breath, a torrent of crimson flame spewed from his mouth, burning along the scarlet long tongue towards the Hanging Ghost.

However, as the flames surged, the Hanging Ghost seemed completely unaware, showing no reaction whatsoever.

With but a breath, a stream of blue-cold Qi poured out of its nostrils, rushing back along the tongue, frosting and extinguishing the flames on contact in a chilling burst.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhong Kui's eyes, evidently not anticipating that the Hanging Ghost's cold Qi was so powerful. Meanwhile, the sound of something tearing through the air came from behind him as a black spear light aimed straight for the back of his head.

By the time he thought to swing his sword to block, an even stronger wave of cold Qi had already been unleashed, causing his movements to become sluggish.

But it was this brief pause that sealed his defeat.

Just as the black spear light was about to pierce through his skull, a black light fell from the sky, a pitch-black whip wrapped in layers of whip shadows, striking the spear light and shattering it to pieces.

At the same time, a figure appeared silently behind the Hanging Ghost–it was Shen Luo.