บท 1008: Tide of Dead Spirits

Rumble!Rumble!

The grey-robed dead spirit was sent flying and crashed straight into the mountains. Huge boulders rolled down, felling mountains and splitting the earth.

Mo Wen gripped onto the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear, moving forward step by step. The terrifying lightning power had dissipated into waves, ceaselessly crushing the mountains and causing them to crumble. Just the force of one person was enough to destroy the mountains.

However, the Spirit Mountains upon the Nine Spirits Road were under the protection of the rules of this world. Even if everything was destroyed, they would take but a few days to recover.

"How could this be! You weren't this strong before."

The grey-robed dead spirit climbed up from the rubble and looked up at Mo Wen in horror. He had been keeping an eye on this young man before and had concluded that he not of a threat. However, after exchanging blows, he realized the boy was strong beyond reason.