North outskirt of Water Moon City, Tianmang Mountain.
The killing aura pierces the sky, and the chilling wind blows relentlessly.
In the depths of the bamboo forest, faint cries echo, resembling ghostly caws.
Before an abandoned, cobweb-covered temple, a tall and robust bald man in a Ghost King Robe of Netherworld stands.
At this moment, he holds a ghost lamp flickering with dark purple eerie flames, his long narrow eyes filled with killing intent, fiercely staring at a dried-up well in front of the ruined temple, seemingly waiting for something.
Finally.
The man sensed something, excitement and elation appearing on his square face covered in evil tattoos!
Swoosh!
From the well, a blue eerie light seeped through, akin to ghost fire.
Soon after, the walls of the well began to shake violently!
At last.
The ground quakes and mountains shake!
The whole ruined temple begins to tremble, nearby vegetation breaks instantly, dust whirls up, as if doomsday is near!
