"Good baby, quickly follow me. This way, you can also suffer less!"
Old Daoist Darkshade grinned and said excitedly.
His old face was shriveled and thin, and he already had a creepy air about him. Now that he was smiling, he looked even more creepy.
The Ghost King roared as it tried to break free of the seal.
"Hmph! Courting death!"
Old Daoist Darkshade's expression darkened. He took out a small black sword and threw it out.
Ah!
The Ghost King let out a blood-curdling scream after being sliced by the sword.
Then, Old Daoist Darkshade took out the Myriad Ghost Pot and gently tossed it. The pot's mouth was aimed at the Ghost King, and a strong suction force suddenly appeared.
The Ghost King roared with indignation and struggled violently, but it was still sucked over.