The Rune Curse of the Empress
Editor: Larbre Studio
The bottom of the pit was very dark. It felt eerie and cold.
Ghost King Bloodmoon stood, hovering in the air. Her long black hair hung down. Dozens of beams of ghost fog snaked in and out around her. Eyes dark, she said, "Zhang Ruochen, you're really open-minded. You've already angered Ghost King Shenchu. If he wants you dead, you'll be dead even if you escape to Kunlun's Field."
Zhang Ruochen stopped cutting the stone and looked over at Ghost King Bloodmoon. "Really?" he asked. "Then he should first think about how to escape from the Death Zen Sect elder before his cultivation recovers. He almost died by the Death Zen Sect elder's hands. I don't think Ghost King Shenchu will let him go."
Zhang Ruochen was here digging for the god's relics because he guessed that Ghost King Shenchu and the Death Zen Sect elder would be caught up with each other.
If nothing else, they would fight for the god's corpse and in the end, only one could remain living.