Little Taotie squinted slightly, sensing a large number of spiritual bodies converging towards the ancient castle.
Were they drawn here by these little guys?
Little Taotie met the golden vertical pupils of the black cat and chuckled silently: "So they want to test if this Chief instructor has the qualifications to teach them."
Little Taotie glanced casually around the ancient castle, a flash of golden light in his eyes, and clenched his fist.
In an instant, the spiritual bodies scattered, fleeing for their lives.
The lazily lying black cat suddenly jumped up, staring intensely at Little Taotie as if facing a formidable enemy.
With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Little Taotie conjured numerous apparitions behind him, not summoning all the Ghost Kings, but only presenting shadows of these ghost servants.
The apparitions could only project thirty percent of the Ghost King's pressure, but what mattered was the quantity.
