Squatting together, Zhang Yan and Meng Yao watched the distant fire approaching them little by little. Gradually, the leading ghost king could be seen clearly, also with a scepter in its hand, and followed by a group of small ghosts, moving toward Zhang Yan and Meng Yao.
Though their breathes were disguised, they would still be discovered if the fire shone on them. Therefore, as the ghosts were getting closer and closer, he uttered in a very low voice which could only be heard by them two, "Let's move back slowly! Be careful that don't make a sound and don't leak breathes!"
She nodded, and they two began to retreat slowly in caution.
The rubs of their movements as well as her pleasant smell and soft body caused his physiological response－his penis became erectile and pretty hot instantly.
She felt something, maybe a dagger, was on her hips, which made her very uncomfortable. But while the thing was getting bigger and bigger, she got to know what was going on; flushes climbed on her face immediately! She condemned in her heart, "Such a rouge! Impudent!"
Suppressing her inner agitation, uncomfortable feelings and angers, she followed him to retreat to the behind of a tree. They two hid there, observing the ghosts motionlessly.
However, to their surprise, the ghosts seemed to sense they two's breathes, and went straight to them without hesitation.
Zhang Yan began to pray in his heart, "We won't be found! Please!"
But the next move of the ghost king made him desperate completely; it swept its hand, and the fire on the scepter happened to shine on them, which excited the small ghosts who started rushing toward them two with squeaks.
"Run!" He immediately pulled her around and escaped quickly.
The ghost king swept its scepter, and a huge skull-like fire of ten feet high floated out and rushed over to Zhang Yan and Meng Yao in the air.
He turned his head back while running, but to find the fire had almost caught up with them, which astonished him to accelerate. But Meng Yao's injures were a big drag on their speed, thus, without no other choices, he picked up her and displayed the Qingyun Step, running forward wildly.
Looking at the approaching fire behind them, she shouted loudly to him, "Put me down and run with yourself only!"
"No! I promised to protect you! No worries, we will be fine!" His words were stubborn but firm.
She began to tear out of being moved, "I feel enough to die together with you."
"Don't being frustrated! I haven't lived enough yet, how can I die?!" replied him loudly.
All of a sudden, the skull-like fire, with a very fast speed, had arrived at Zhang Yan's back already, opening its big mouth to swallow them. He could sense a strong attraction at the same time, so he jumped aside, put her down, took out his stone sword, and stared at the ghost king full of killing intentions in his eyes.
"Since we can't escape, then let's fight!" He released the Anti-Soul Beast out.
A could of black fog emerged from his Real Dragon Ring, and turned humanoid, "What can I do for you, sir?"
He pointed at the ghost king, answering, "I'm not its opponent! And you?"
The Beast revealed a sneering smile, "Don't be worried, sir! It's just a fragile ghost king!"
The beast stretched out its hand, and a black animal-shaped figure was formed at its palm. The figure enlarged in the air, and when it developed as big as the skull-like fire, it quickly dashed toward the fire with its mouth widely opened.
The fire opened its mouth to face up with the figure, but was bitten up immediately. With only one attack, the figure had devoured the fire, then flew back into the beast's body.
After that, the breathes of the beast got a little bit stronger; it acclaimed with joy, "The Soul Fire in the Huangquan Road is really a big complement!"
Then it charged forward to the ghost king.