Chapter 371: Fighting the King
The dark red spear pierced Zhang Xuan's chest accurately. His pupils shrank instantly, and the hand that was emitting smoke fell down weakly.

"Coffin nails?!"

However, before he could think further, his thoughts came to an abrupt halt. The insoluble coffin nails suppressed the many spiritual powers in his body, and Zhang Xuan, who had long relied on spiritual powers to sustain his life, also died after losing his spiritual powers.

"Well done, Oveled."

The thick black fog faded away, and the figures from before reappeared. One of them was wearing heavy metal armor, and dull collision sounds could be heard as he walked.

The man walked to the corpse and casually pulled the spear out of Zhang Xuan's chest, leaving a rusty coffin nail on his chest.

"Without me, he would have died today."

The man called Oveled spoke slowly. His voice coming from the helmet sounded a little dull and hoarse.

"Don't say that, my Lord Knight. Although we can capture this rat with just a few of us, it will still cost us a lot. If you take action, it will save us a lot of trouble."

"You also heard that when two of us showed up, the other party didn't even plan to escape. You should know what this means. He is just a captain, and there are eleven like him in that country."

A man dressed like a missionary said this, and the knight stopped talking and agreed with the missionary's words.

"Because he is the captain, his body is still very valuable. Isn't it true that their country values ​​returning to one's roots? Perhaps we can exchange this body for something valuable."

The man shrouded in black mist spoke.

"That's a good idea. I have a suggestion. How about using his body to exchange for your lives? Do you agree?"

A strange voice suddenly sounded, and the faces of the kings present changed instantly.

"Who is speaking?"

The missionary's expression froze and he looked around vigilantly.

His question received no response. He only knew that a cold wind suddenly blew around him, mixed with a strong stench of corpse, as if a rotten corpse was hanging in the wind.

Not only that, the figure shrouded in the black fog had to reveal itself, because his ghost den was suppressed and the strong wind blew away the black fog.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

The tall knight snorted coldly, holding the dark red spear in his hand, he took a step forward, and then threw the spear directly in a certain direction like a javelin.

However, the dark red spear suddenly changed direction in a very strange way and flew in another direction.

"laugh--!"

That was the sound of flesh being pierced, just like the sound that had just pierced Zhang Xuan's chest.

"Stabbed?"

The missionary and Lady Mary's expressions changed slightly.

However, the raging evil wind did not stop, but a corpse appeared not far away with the spear stuck in the chest.

"Corpse? Or ghost slave?"

Under the helmet, the knight was a little undecided. He was very clear about the value of his magical weapon. He would always hit the target with a single shot, and he didn't even need to actively lock onto the target.

"It's a pity that we are still a step too late. It seems that this is Zhang Xuan's fate. His body must be brought back, and it can be used to set up a trap."

In a corner of the ghost den, Cao Yang was not in a hurry to take action. When he arrived, Zhang Xuan had been nailed to death by the coffin nails and there was no way to save him. However, Cao Yang planned to take advantage of the situation and at least kill one of the opponents, otherwise this trip would be in vain.

"Just do it, knock one of them down first, and then negotiate terms."

Cao Yang looked solemn as he selected his target. "The cowboy, the missionary, the old lady in a western dress, the gravedigger... four kings, and there may be others who haven't shown up yet."

Soon, Cao Yang's attention was focused on the old woman in the western dress. From his memory, this king should be the relatively weakest one, so it would not be a wrong decision to choose her as a breakthrough point.

"Do it!"

In the ghost den, four kings gathered together. They could not do anything to the ghost den for a while, so they could only put their hopes on the gravedigger, because the other party had the means to leave the ghost den, but it would take some time.

"Damn it, the intelligence didn't mention that Zhang Xuan had teammates."

The missionary was a little annoyed. He thought that there was something wrong with the intelligence of the King's organization, and that it was even possible that they were targeting his group who were participating in this operation.

"This is the opponent's ghost cave. It is very strong. My ghost cave is restricted."

A king wearing a cowboy hat and holding an old double-barreled shotgun spoke. His expression was a little solemn, and he was obviously afraid of the captain who came with ill intentions.

However, before they could continue their analysis, a tremendous pressure suddenly appeared on everyone's back. A dead and terrifying ghost was like a mountain, pressing them down so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.

"Damn it, what is this painter doing? Why doesn't he take action?"

The missionary had a ferocious expression. The evil spirit pressing on his body was not only terrifyingly heavy, but it could even suppress the spirit in his body. Strange footsteps kept coming from all around him. Although all kinds of horrible and mortal spirits could not kill him, it was really a bad feeling.

At the same time, Cao Yang, who was about to attack Madam Mary, was obstructed. Everything around him was fading rapidly, like an oil painting.

"Painter? Troublesome guy."

Cao Yang didn't intend to pay attention to the painter. The other party's strength was unknown, but his means of escape were truly extreme and he was not a suitable target.

"We can't delay any longer. This is the opponent's home court. We must kill that old woman as quickly as possible."

The next moment, blood suddenly began to ooze out of the raging Yinfeng ghost den, right under Lady Mary's feet. At the same time, Lady Mary, who was resisting the attack of the oppressive ghost, suddenly froze all over.

Then, some extremely terrifying spirit invaded her consciousness, and in reality, Qingtongge and the coffin nails were thrown out at the same time.

Multiple means and multi-pronged approach.

Madam Mary did not have any conscious abilities, and her body's instinct made her raise her hand to try to block the flying object.

“Boom~Boom~!”

With two loud noises, the Qingtongge pierced through her palm, and the coffin nail pierced into her forehead.

At the same time, a blood lake was formed, and Mrs. Mary's entire body was directly sunk into the bottomless lake.

It was done in one go, and in less than ten seconds, a king was completely suppressed by Cao Yang.

"Are you kidding me?! Lady Mary is missing?"

The cowboy bent down deeply, feeling horrified. He saw with his own eyes that Madam Mary was nailed by something that looked like a coffin nail, and then was instantly swallowed up by a pool of blood-red water...

Several kings fell silent. They were still trying to get rid of the oppressive ghost by their own means, and had no idea that they had already suffered casualties.

"No, one is not enough. The weight of the old lady in the western dress is not enough. Otherwise, the opponent would definitely choose this old lady in the battle at Xiangjiang Wharf."

Cao Yang was not satisfied with defeating Lady Mary, but the other party had already reacted. The gravedigger had already broken through Guifeng's den and reappeared in reality with several other kings.

"It seems that Zhang Xuan's friend is quite capable. Guys, whether we can have unexpected gains today depends on whether we are willing to show our true abilities."

The cowboy picked up the shotgun with an indifferent expression and pointed the gun at Cao Yang.

(End of this chapter)