章 1912: Black Robe Ghost King

Feng Wu clenched her fists!

She had to have the seed of the spirit source!

But she wasn't the only one.

Ranmil wanted it as well!

"Hahaha — you all want the seed of the spirit source, but it's not that easy!"

The giant face on the ceiling grinned maliciously.

Everyone clenched their fists and looked up at the Black Robe Ghost King.

"However, the seed of the spirit source does exist, and all of you have a chance to get it."

After a pause, the ghost king glanced at each of them in turn.

The look in his eyes was cold, intimidating, and grim.

Somehow, when the ghost king looked at Feng Wu, she felt as if a giant hand had gripped her heart and squeezed.

She could clearly sense the hostility the ghost king held toward her.

Oh, no.

Feng Wu had a bad feeling.