Ghostly aura surged tumultuously, transforming into a throne.
It intimidated the vast sky, making the Star River quiver.
In that instant, it was as if the entire universe had turned into a thin sheet of paper, ready to be completely shattered with a mere lift of the hand by the being seated on that throne.
King!
This level of being was the limit to which mortals could look up.
To obtain the Heavenly Fruit is to be a monarch, to share the same lifespan as the heavens is to be a king!
Ghost Monarch, Divine Monarch, already true powerhouses, but compared to the Ghost King, they were like fireflies to the bright moon, utterly incomparable!
At this moment, everyone was shocked, feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from that Ghost King.
"With the Ghost King taking action, there's no match under heaven or on earth!"
"These damned people will eventually become our food!"
"Great, with the Ghost King here, who can be our enemy?!"