The ghost king dared not to be careless about this full blow of Ming Hai and began to mobilize its ghost gas. Thousands of beams of ghost gas burst out from its body, forming a shield in front of it. Then, the fire on the scepter slightly swayed and dropped a small flame on the shield, igniting it.

The huge shield turned burning green instantly. Ming Hai's strongest sword attack hit on the shield, which brought about a powerful explosion in a flash, creating fierce air waves. The spiritual energy from Ming Hai and the ghost gas from the ghost king were still colliding in the air, and tried to set off each other. Finally, the sword gas was wiped out little by little and the ghost-gas shield also completely dissipated.

Such scene surprised Zhang Yan a lot. Their strengths were much beyond his imagination. If It had been him to take that attack of Ming Hai, he would have died already.

Ming Hai were extremely exhausted now, looking very old. The ghost king, however, still looked strong, though a little bit injured.

"Ming Hai holds the cultivation at Martial King State, but why he becomes so weak after displaying only a blow?" Zhang Yan asked.

The Purifying Lotus explained, "It's not because of the attack, but the devouring."

"You mean that skull-like fire?"

"Yes, it will absorb the souls and vitalities of the warriors in it. Though Ming Hai's cultivation is high, he is dying with weak soul and vitality. The fire has sucked his last energy, so he becomes exhausted and will die soon, at most one day to live."

He replied in shock, "Really? The skull-like fire can absorb warriors' vitalities?"

"Yes, it's due to the scepter in the ghost king's hand. In short, you should avoid the skull-like fire in the future, or you will be greatly suffered!" The lotus warned.

He nodded and casted his sight at Ming Hai. There were still huge unwillingness and resistance in the latter's eyes.

As for the three Qinglong people, they had been completely besieged. Long Tian was tangled with another dozen small ghosts, while the two elders with the two fierce ghosts. For a time, Ming Hai had been alone, without anyone to help him.

He refused to fight against the ghost king, for he had already known that he was not its opponent. Looking back at the three surrounded and a bit effortless Qinglong people, he shook his head helplessly.

He quickly came to them three and applied his last effort to brandish his sword. Powerful spiritual energy erupted from his body, whereas he got much weaker and sadder. Numerous beams of sword gas were sent out from his sword and penetrated into all the small ghosts and fierce ghosts, making them into a smoke, disappearing in the world.

After that, he became extremely weak and uttered with his last glimmer of strength, "You are not the ghost king's opponent. Run!"

Long Tian turned around, about to escape without any hesitation. But he suddenly discovered that nearly a hundred small ghosts were blocking him. The ghosts began to surround them three and Long Tian was scared to retreat. Ming Hai was in totally desperation under such circumstance and closed his tired eyes.