"You can do it!"
The red-clad woman's beautiful eyes were filled with encouragement.
At that moment, a ghoul charged toward Su Xuan.
This ghoul had disheveled hair, and its body was covered with boils. Its nails, obviously untrimmed for a long time, were extremely long with curled tips. It lashed out, clawing toward Su Xuan's face!
With the thought of just giving it a try, Su Xuan swung the iron rod, striking the ghoul heavily on the head.
CLANG!
Su Xuan actually heard the sound ring in his mind. The iron rod also provided a sense of feedback, as if to tell him that he had indeed hit the ghoul on the head, not just empty air.
Perhaps Su Xuan had used too much force. The ghoul's head burst like a watermelon, suddenly erupting in a cloud of black mist. Amazingly, the iron rod emitted a suction force, drawing in the black mist entirely.
"It really works!"
