"Luther, can you still sense the Ghost Clan aura?" After they left the Sacred Mountain, Jared turned to Luther and asked the question.
Luther nodded, his face set. "Mr. Chance, the aura feels even stronger this time. If I'm reading it right, the Ghost Clan powerhouse the Celestial Palace is trying to revive now is even stronger than the last one."
"It doesn't matter." The corner of Jared's mouth lifted a little. Something hard flashed through his eyes.
"No matter how strong a Ghost Clan powerhouse is, it's still just a ghoul husk without any mind of its own. It has power, but no awareness. One swing of my sword is enough to cut it down."
At that moment, Jared carried himself with complete certainty. He had already cut down a True Immortal Realm Level One with ease.
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