"If you lack the guts, then I will refine that little girl's physical body into pills, and force her soul into a ghost marriage with the local barbarian shamans, so she will never be free for all eternity! Hahahaha!"
Accompanied by a burst of arrogant, wild laughter, the Nether Earth Ghost King transformed into black fog and drifted away.
Leaving behind the Hale family crowd bathed in the cold rain, each wearing complicated expressions and faces full of misery.
Alex hovered in mid-air, soaked cold by the rainwater, his hair plastered to his forehead. He slowly raised his head, looking up at the dark, oppressive firmament of the horizon, he gritted his teeth with seething killing intent, cold glints bursting from his eyes.
After he landed, Cedric lowered his head and asked. "Saint Lord, what should we do..."
"Do you even need to ask?" Alex said flatly.
"Of course, we will march upon Heavenly King Island and save Lara."
