Paper-folding artist: Start by making a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

"It seems that Lord Rakshasa has gone to the director's place!"

Looking at the direction where Su Changsheng left, a psychic said.

"All superpowered people, support the Director!"

Sun Wuwei quickly gave orders to the group of psychics.

Although he knew in his heart that with the strength of the Red Robe Rakshasa, he did not need the help of people with special abilities like them.

But they are the supernatural beings in the Demon City after all.

Lord Rakshasa traveled thousands of miles to the Demon City to help them deal with the ghosts.

How could they just stand aside and watch the show?

"Captain, what about these civilians?"

A person with special abilities looked at the people outside the city and asked Sun Wuwei.

"I suggest you stay in the Magic City. If anyone plans to go to other cities, we will not stop them."

Sun Wuwei looked at the millions of people behind him and spoke loudly.

"You must be joking. Lord Luosha is in the Magic City. Is there any place in the world safer than here?"

"I stay in the Demon City. Lord Rakshasa will soon repel the demons. Should we go to other cities and be on tenterhooks?"

"Once we leave the Demon City, we will probably be devoured by ghosts along the way!"

……

After hearing Sun Wuwei's words, all the people in the Demon City shook their heads in response and returned to the Demon City one after another.

Sun Wuwei led a group of his men across the entire Demon City and headed straight for the main battlefield in the West City.

……

West City of Magic City.

At this time, more than half of the six hundred psychics were killed or wounded.

The only three hundred remaining psychics were now exhausted and had no fighting power at all!

More than 30,000 ghosts surged outside the city like a tide, greedily staring at the 600 psychics.

They are just waiting for the order from the quasi-ghost king, and then they will rush forward and eat these people with special powers!

The quasi-ghost king stood high above, looking down at the six hundred people with special powers, his heart filled with the pleasure of controlling all living beings.

These ants in front of me, who are struggling to exhaustion, are feeling this way even more!

Once upon a time, he was just like these ants.

He was timid in front of the Ghost King, fearing that he would be killed if he was not careful.

When I break through to the realm of Ghost King, it will be my turn to sit on the Ghost King throne!

"Director, did you say that the people of East City have broken through?"

The adjutant asked as he supported the seriously injured Wang Zhengyang.

The other psychics couldn't help but look towards Dongcheng, their eyes full of worry.

The millions of people in Shanghai are their last concern.

"The battle fluctuations in East City have disappeared. They should have broken through."

Wang Zhengyang guessed.

"With just those 600 ants, you still want to defeat five evil spirits and break through?"

The quasi-ghost king laughed contemptuously.

"What! There are five evil spirits in East City!"

After hearing the words of the quasi-ghost king, all the superpowers changed color instantly!

Among the four hundred psychics sent for support, there are only three A-level psychics!

How could he be a match for five evil ghosts!

From this perspective, isn't it...

All the psychics looked ashen and didn’t dare to think further!

This is clearly a trap!

From the moment the battle began, no matter how hard they tried.

The people of Magic City have no way out!

From the beginning to the end, this quasi-ghost king had them in the palm of his hand!

"Chief! We are here to support you!"

Just then, a voice came from behind.

Everyone followed the sound.

They saw Sun Wuwei leading more than 600 people with special abilities rushing towards them.

Seeing that more than 600 psychics were just breathing weakly, everyone's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

In their view.

These six hundred psychics were apparently forced back by five evil spirits.

Come back and support them!

"Go back! What will happen to the people of Demon City if you come back?"

Wang Zhengyang raised his right hand with difficulty, pointed at the more than 600 psychics and cursed loudly.

The wound that had just healed was torn again, and beads of sweat as big as beans were left behind.

"Are you planning to come back and fight us to the death?"

The quasi-ghost king looked at the psychic who came to support him with disdain in his eyes.

Ants are still ants, no matter how many there are.

He couldn't escape the fate of being crushed to death by his palm!

"Director, Lord Rakshasa is here!"

"All the ghosts in East City were chased here, and three of the five evil spirits were killed on the spot!"

Sun Wuwei rushed over, took over the adjutant's position, supported Wang Zhengyang, and reported excitedly.

"Where are the people of Demon City?"

Wang Zhengyang asked quickly.

"No one is leaving! They are all waiting in the Demon City for Lord Rakshasa to eliminate the demons!"

Sun Wuwei said excitedly.

"Okay, okay! Now I want to see how arrogant these thirty thousand ghosts are!"

"I also want to see the scene where the quasi-ghost king begs for mercy from Lord Rakshasa!"

"Damn it, who doesn't have an awesome backer?"

"You are the fucking ghost king!"

"I really hope that Lord Rakshasa can summon Purgatory to torture these bastards!"

……

After learning of the arrival of the Red Robe Rakshasa, all the psychics who were sitting on the ground due to injury or exhaustion stood up.

at this time.

These people with special abilities are like children who are bullied and go to their parents to complain.

just now.

Their parents are here!

Even the real Ghost King had his arms chopped off by Lord Rakshasa's men!

So what if he’s a quasi-ghost king?

Rumble~

Just when everyone was talking.

A series of violent explosions were heard from a distance.

Everyone looked at the sound.

far away.

A monstrous dark energy was spreading towards them.

Until the distance is close enough.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the yin energy was full of ghosts!

Moreover, these ghosts looked terrified and kept looking back as they moved forward.

It seems like there is a great terror behind me!

And behind these ghosts.

The red-robed Rakshasa walked in the air and came slowly!

Two subordinates, one black and one white, stood on his left and right respectively!

Watching such a funny scene.

The group of supernatural beings felt that the red-robed Rakshasa was just herding sheep...

"Master Ghost King, save me...!"

The evil ghost running in the front saw the future ghost king and immediately shouted for help.

Whoosh!

Before he could finish his words, a white mourning stick came flying towards him.

Directly pierce through the evil ghost's head and shatter its soul!

Under the gaze of everyone.

As powerful as an invincible evil spirit.

He was killed instantly with one blow!

"Fuck, Lord Rakshasa is so awesome!"

"It seems that Lord Luosha's subordinate has become stronger!"

"He can kill a fierce ghost with one stick, so his strength must be at the level of a quasi-ghost king!"

"Killing them with one blow is too easy for these bastards!"

……

Seeing this scene, the morale of all the psychics doubled and they felt relieved!

"You dare to kill my men!"

Seeing his men being killed in front of him, the quasi-ghost king's face instantly turned gloomy.

Faced with the questioning of the quasi-ghost king, Su Changsheng ignored him and continued to move forward slowly.

The murderous intent of Bai Wuchang and the hostility of Hei Wuchang merged into one.

The energy was so strong that it reached the sky, covering an area of ​​several miles in radius!

Wherever you go.

All the ghosts had looks of terror on their faces. After seeing Bai Wuchang kill the evil ghost with one stick, how could these ghosts dare to stop him?

He quickly made way for a path that led directly to the quasi-ghost king!