Chapter 16: Ghost Hitting the Wall
Shen Luo was both frightened and angry, yet he was gradually unable to breathe. In his mind flashed all the various books and classics he had read over these two years at the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and this situation seemed to have been mentioned in one of those books.
He gritted his teeth, mustered the last bit of his strength to cross-legged sit properly, with his hands wrapped around, he desperately operated the Small Transformation Yang Skill.
A warm current surged from his Dantian, quickly spreading throughout his body. A faint red light seeped out from his neck, making the black handprint blur for a moment.
Shen Luo felt the force strangling his neck loosen a little, and his heart instantly rejoiced.
But before he had time to do anything else, a sudden and sharp scream sounded in his ear, piercing into him until his eardrums trembled and his mind was stunned. The activation of his Small Transformation Yang Skill stagnated.
Almost at the same time, the handprint on his neck again became pitch black and profound. Around him, the howling sound intensified, and a large group of grey cold fog quickly emerged, swirling and dancing tirelessly around him.
He felt like his body was submerged in icy water, unbearably cold. The warmth within his body was of no help. His limbs lost consciousness instantly, unable to move at all, and once again, he felt difficulty in breathing.
Shen Luo’s heart sank into the deepest depths, unable to float up any longer…
A loud “boom” sound could be heard.