Just after dropping into the unfathomably deep underground hole, Yang Ling felt that something was not right. Just as he was getting ready to use the Earth Evasion Spell to teleport out, unexpectedly, the detestable Pharaoh King not only did not loosen his grip, but he gripped him even more tightly, like he wanted Yang Ling to perish together with him. Yang Ling kicked and hit the Pharaoh King; he even tore his throat open with his teeth to no avail. Yang Ling just could not get rid of him. The Pharaoh's hands were like metal pincers, holding his neck in a death grip.

Was this fellow a human or a ghost?

Despite that the bone of the Pharaoh King's throat had been broken, that his testicles had been cracked open, and that he had injuries all over his body, the Pharaoh King was still able to strangle Yang Ling tightly and not let go. His grip had more strength than the Dark Dragon King. Seeing that, Yang Ling wondered if this resurrected Pharaoh King was a human or a ghost, considering