The blaze of the Sword of Virtue exploded, sweeping across!
Wherever it passed, all negative essence sizzled under the scorching of the sword blade.
Yet, at any moment, more hair regenerated, continuously draining Huai Shi's stamina, pinning him firmly to the spot, with evil eyes constantly emerging from the strands, their icy gaze intertwining like blades.
In the roar, the abandoned buildings on both sides crumbled repeatedly.
Huai Shi, step by step, retreated.
But within his heart rose a sense of relief and realization…
Fortunately, fortunately, it wasn't someone as strong as the Great Asura Everly from the Eye of Nightmare; otherwise, he would have perished here today.
As the angry Hundred-Eyed Ghost gradually emerged from the fog of dreams, that face suddenly appeared incredulous, watching himself, murmuring in confusion:
"Turns out there are such weak people like you even in the Fourth Stage…"
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