The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

Both of them froze at the same time.

In front.

The black mud slowly fell.

Even so, those scarlet eyes remained wide open.

The gaze slowly fell upon the two fish monsters.

Benboerba swallowed hard and whispered, "Brother... how about we run?"

Ba Bo'erben was silent for a few seconds, then smacked him hard on the head. "Stop running! Your sister-in-law is behind you!"

After saying that, he raised the steel fork in his hand, "With our elder brother gone, we brothers can't afford to lose face too much."

Benboerba was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and picked up his fork.

"Yes, a fight to the death!"

"Wait, we are fish after all..."

"Shut up"

The next second, Krein was already in front of the two fish, his eyes revealing a violent look, and he reached out with both hands to grab the two fish.

Benboerba and Baboerben suddenly froze, and the next moment they felt their bodies go empty. Then they appeared in mid-air, and Krein held them in his hands and lifted them up.

They raised their forks and stabbed at Crane's hand.

"We are fish that fought against the Ghost King, after all, we..." Before Benboerba could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two plumes of blood mist exploded in the air, and the steel forks in their hands fell to the ground, not even having a chance to turn into cards.

Su Wanqing stared at the two dispersing wisps of blood mist, a hint of disorientation in her eyes.

At this moment, Krein's eyes were bloodshot, and the wounds that were originally emitting gray mist now showed some blood.

At this moment, Krein was panting heavily. Having forcibly escaped the mud, his aura had weakened considerably, and even his body had begun to sway slightly.

Seeing this scene, Su Wanqing disregarded the blood mist that had turned Baboerben and Benboerba into, and saw an opportunity to kill the Ghost King in front of her.

If we miss it, and he recovers, those two fish monsters will have died for nothing.

Su Wanqing's eyes narrowed, and she gripped the long sword tightly. Several rays of light simultaneously lit up around her and converged into her body.

This was her last bit of mental strength, and her final blow.

The next second, her figure vanished instantly, leaving only an icy blue afterimage in the hall.

At this moment, Krein was panting heavily. The continuous battles and the worsening of his injuries had brought his body to its limit.

Just then, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, which did not come from the air, but from an extremely cold killing intent.

Klein looked up abruptly, and Su Wanqing's figure had appeared in front of him without him noticing.

Her eyes gleamed with an icy blue light, and the long sword in her hand was covered with a layer of cold air. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Frosty Prison Soul Severance." The blade flashed across Krein's neck, leaving an icy mark.

Krein instinctively tried to raise his hand to block, but he couldn't lift it. It wasn't that there was something wrong with his hand, but rather that his head had left his body.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood suddenly gushed out.

The hideous head slowly slid off the neck, then slammed onto the ground with a thud, rolling several meters away.

The massive body, now headless, stood still and swayed a few times before finally losing its support and crashing heavily to the ground.

The enormous body began to disintegrate little by little, turning into a ball of purple light that quietly fell to the ground.

Even outside the domain, Red King Barton seemed to have sensed something.

"Clayne is dead too!"

He looked into the domain in disbelief. The aura of the Grey King Krein had already dissipated, and even the gray mist in the air was receding at an astonishing speed.

He stood there, his scarlet eyes beneath his helmet fixed on Lin Fan. The arrival of the Four Kings was supposed to be a competitive hunt for the holders of the King's Seals, but now...

The White King is dead.

The Black King is dead.

Now even the aura of the Grey King Krein has completely dissipated, leaving only him as the king outside the entire manor.

At first, Patton didn't care much about their deaths, since fewer competitors were more advantageous to him.

But now Patton's thinking has changed, because he has discovered that the "prey" in front of him is not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.

His gaze fell on the yellow-robed Taoist standing behind Lin Fan, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the knight's lance.

At this moment, Patton's aura suddenly changed, revealing a solemn expression that only appears when facing a powerful enemy.

A crimson light burst forth from his body, and a blood-red shockwave emanated from him, rippled outwards.

The closest monsters around didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded instantly under this force.

Patton held a spear, his entire body covered in flames, looking like an evil spirit from hell.

"I take back what I said before. The holder of the Royal Seal does indeed possess some strength," he continued in a low voice.

"It seems that Crane and the others didn't die too unjustly. Someone who can rival me must have people around him who are not simple either."

Barton had no idea that all of this was the result of these Ghost Kings fighting and killing each other for the Ghost King's Mark, which led to this outcome.

If those three Ghost Kings had joined forces, Lin Fan would never have appeared here, and there would be no scene of Zhang Jiao fighting against him.

Lin Fan ignored Barton. Although his mental strength had been enhanced after the first level of the Underworld, it far surpassed that of other card makers of the same level.

But the continuous battles had almost exhausted his mental energy.

He took out a bottle of mental recovery fluid from his pocket, tilted his head back and gulped it down. As the fluid entered his throat, his nearly dried-up mental sea barely began to recover some fluctuations.

Lin Fan knew this was his last chance to use the mental recovery fluid. He turned to Zhang Jiao standing behind him and asked in a low voice, "Old Zhang, can we finish him off quickly?"

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Zhang Jiao's half-open, eerie eye. "Fine, give me all your spiritual power, and I will kill him!"

Lin Fan stared blankly at Zhang Jiao. "All of them?"

He knew what it meant to give away all his mental energy.

Once one's spiritual energy is completely depleted, one will collapse. In this eerie and strange tide, it would be tantamount to handing one's life over to Zhang Jiao.

After all, Zhang Jiao himself possessed the ability to store spiritual energy, so even if he fell, it wouldn't have much of an impact on him.

"Yes, all of them!"

Lin Fan couldn't help but tentatively ask, "Old Zhang, what kind of amazing move are you planning to unleash?"

Zhang Jiao didn't answer; he simply exclaimed, "Quick! That guy's coming!"

On the other side, Barton was clearly not interested in listening to their conversation. Flames suddenly surged from his body, and he charged towards Lin Fan with his spear in hand, leaving a black scorch mark on the ground in his wake.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth. "Damn it, I'm betting. My life is in your hands!"

The next second, he released the restrictions on his mental sea and poured all his mental energy into Zhang Jiao's body.

His face turned visibly pale, his vision began to blur, and the last thing he saw was the spear in Patton's hand getting closer and closer, and the increasingly intense lightning on Zhang Jiao's body.

Then everything went black, and with a thud, Lin Fan fell backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Barton, who was rushing towards him, was completely engulfed by the lightning.

The flames burning fiercely on his body seemed to be completely suppressed the moment they came into contact with the lightning, and quickly dimmed.

A surprised exclamation came from the sea of ​​thunder, as if he had discovered something extraordinary. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Zhang Jiao strode into the sea of ​​thunder.

Several bolts of lightning, even more terrifying than before, exploded. When the lightning dissipated, only a figure in a yellow robe remained in the sea of ​​lightning.

And the Red King Barton vanished completely, leaving not even a trace of his existence.

The eerie tide completely dissipated, and the strange creatures fled one after another, but some of them remained in place for some unknown reason.

"Thump." Inside the manor, a strange creature knelt down in the direction of Zhang Jiao, followed by several other strange creatures bowing their heads, as if paying homage to a king.

Zhang Jiao simply lowered his head slowly, his scarlet eyes sweeping over them with a hint of disdain.

"You...are not worthy!"

Several bolts of lightning crashed down, and within a few breaths, those strange creatures were blasted into ashes.

Zhang Jiao looked down at the unconscious Lin Fan, and a very faint ripple flashed in his normal eye.