From the depths of the collapsing void, a cold voice belonging to Ling Shaoyuan resounded.
Suddenly, the eerie black gas surged and converged again, with a tremendous phantom growing out of it. Like mist and yet like electricity, it was clearly before the eyes, only to vanish in a blink, difficult to grasp. When it appeared again, it had already transformed into other shapes.
Boom, boom, boom...
The gigantic phantom collided repeatedly, stirring up terrifying thunder within its smoky body. In the area resembling a face, a dense array of eyes emerged, glowing with a strange light that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Is this... the Nightmare King!?"
Underneath the tempestuous sky, Wang Dongxuan felt as insignificant as an ant as he gazed at the eerie figure with a look of shock and uncertainty.
In the secret texts of Dragon Tiger Mountain, there were descriptions of this bizarre figure.