"Junior sister, run quickly! What this kid said is true..."
Seeing this scene, White Old Ghost's heart suddenly turned cold. He hadn't expected that after transforming into a ghostly form and surviving Ze Sheng Ancestor's self-detonation, he would fail to escape the killing strike of Xu Xing, this newly ascended Dao Lord, thus becoming a stepping stone on his path to fame. He realized that he had fallen into Xu Xing's hands this time and hurriedly transmitted a message via divine sense to Daoist Jiang Yue, urging her to escape first.
"White Old Ghost, take care of yourself first..." Xu Xing sneered.
He continued to form hand seals. Within the Red Flame Spirit Array that ensnared White Old Ghost, a Golden Crow about ten feet tall materialized and began to grapple with White Old Ghost's spectral face.
「As time passed—」
