The tens of millions of Wandering Ghosts on the back of the Candle Dragon were watching the spectacle. Most of them had blank expressions, unable to grasp the essence of the battle. Only those who were cultivators could sense the deadly peril hidden within.
"Wang Chongsong!" Fang Chen suddenly shouted in a cold, sharp tone.
In the next instant, the man battling Huang Wuji seemed to falter. Caught off guard, he was sent tumbling hundreds of feet back by a blast of Huang Wuji’s sword qi.
Chapter 567