145 River of Ten Thousand Ghosts

After the sound of a deep roar, a translucent Ghost Wolf appeared on that dark red soil, with a pair of eyes flickering with mana and endless power flowing at the tip of its claws. For a moment, strange distortions appeared within the mana fluctuations surrounding it.

This was the might of a True Spirit Magic Tool Incarnation.

Unfortunately, the image was ruined because Lord Shawn's voice was quivering way too much.

"Merlin, are you sure…"

"Okay, don't speak nonsense…" It looked like the offensive of the Giant Blood Tree was becoming even more fierce, and Lin Yun couldn't even stop to catch his breath, so how could he bother to assure him about certainty? "Quick, Soul Cage!"

"Damn…" Lord Shawn ground his teeth as he cursed. He urged some of his mana out and a deep roar echoed as a strange hexagram star appeared on the dark red soil below him...