The mist was thick, but the appearance of the evil ghost was clearly visible under the light of the torch.

Like a fierce ghost crawling out of hell.

The soldiers around them all had their legs trembling as if they were struck by lightning.

Fear escapes unconsciously.

Some of the poor ones even sat on the ground unable to stand up.

Zhang Wanlong looked at the evil ghost rushing up in horror. He couldn't react at all.

Zhang Gui, who was standing in front of him, looked surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a ferocious evil spirit, so he could only open his magic barrier.

Moreover, Zhang Gui did not expect that the man in black was actually carrying a magic weapon that could summon evil spirits.

In just an instant, the magic barrier shattered like paper, unable to stop the evil ghost at all. It couldn't even stop the red-haired ghost with green face and fangs for a moment.

The red-haired devil scratched Zhang Gui's head with his claws, and pulled Zhang Gui's soul away in his hands.

Turned around and returned to the Zunhun Banner.

Zhang Wanlong's eyes widened and he screamed: "My son!"

Zhang Wanlong caught Zhang Gui's headless body and sat slumped on the ground, his body trembling and his face in pain.

"Ah!!!"

The miserable cry of grief echoed through the night.

"Kill him."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Kill!"

Even though Zhang Wanlong roared crazily, the black-armored soldier was frightened by the red-haired ghost and stood stiffly on the spot.

Li Qingfeng also didn't expect that the main soul evil ghost would be so powerful.

Baigui Yakou could only stay for three breaths, draining half of his mana, but he unexpectedly killed the enemy with one blow.

Li Qingfeng still wants to take action. Just killing Zhang Gui is not enough. Zhang Wanlong must die.

Kill someone to pay for your life, and pay your debts for money.

He must take revenge.

But before Li Qingfeng could take action again, a young man wearing Taoist robes appeared in the hall.

The young man didn't even look at Zhang Gui's body, but stared at Li Qingfeng who held the soul flag of his father-in-law Xu Zun: Magical weapon?"

"Magic monk."

"Kill him!" Zhang Wanlong roared crazily behind him.

The young man frowned impatiently, glanced at Zhang Gui's body but said nothing more.

Opening his hand, he rolled up his sleeves and swung out a palm-sized ebony sword.

Under the infusion of mana, it turned into a three-foot long sword.

"Disease."

With a whoosh, he slashed towards Li Qingfeng.

The moment he saw the young man, Li Qingfeng knew that he was no match for the young man, because the aura of this young man's body was even more powerful than Zhang Gui's.

It doesn’t matter if he has strong magic power, he still has an offensive weapon.

So Li Qingfeng turned around and ran away.

The ten threads of magic power can be pushed to the extreme, allowing him to run wildly for half an hour with his current body.
Chapter completed!