Chapter 138: The Three Hatreds of the Ghost Gate Pass
The ice spear sliced across the sky, leaving a white trail, swiftly met by the giant hand. Instead of shattering on impact as the flame short spear had, it broke through the outer layer of defense, stabbing into the palm of the hand.
Then, “crackling” sounds echoed high in the sky, a layer of white chillness spreading from the ice spear at the center, enveloping the black giant hand.
But the black giant hand simply swirled with green ghost flame on its surface and swept away all the chillness, continuing to slowly press down without hesitation.
Seeing this, Shen Luo’s face turned ashen. He knew that he was again on the brink of death. And with the terrifying strength of the Black Mountain Old Demon, even if he was to resurrect again, the hope of escape seemed extremely slim.
“Oh well, oh well! Let me at least see you off. It won’t be a total waste of our encounter.” Just then, the horse-faced ghost beside him suddenly sighed, opened its mouth, and spat out a flash of red light from its tongue, releasing two bright red Safflowers, throwing one of them to Shen Luo.
Updated by ℕ○vG○.c○ “What is this… What are you doing?” Shen Luo subconsciously took the red light, greatly astonished.
With the horse-faced ghost’s strength inferior to his, could it have found a way to escape?
The horse-faced ghost had already thrown the red Safflower into its mouth, swallowing it directly.
Then, it howled up to the sky. A substantial red light suddenly erupted from its body, its aura skyrocketing incessantly, as if it had no limits. Shen Luo, who was watching from the side, was immediately blown back dozens of feet. He felt his scalp tingling and his hair standing on end. It no longer seemed like he was facing a nameless small ghost, but a giant beast-like ghost.