A terrifying Ghost face pierced through the mist and stared down at Chu Hao below. Half of its face was dripping blood, its eyes were dead-fish white, and its mouth was full of sharp fangs.
This was an Asura Level Evil Ghost, its power absolutely formidable.
Chu Hao said calmly, "If I kill you, I should be able to clear this stage, right?"
The Asura Evil Ghost grinned ferociously and said, "Yin-Yang Practitioner, you're quite confident. The Yin-Yang Practitioners who've died by this King's hand number at least dozens if not a hundred. You're just looking for death."
Chu Hao said, "Villains die from talking too much. How do you want to die?"
"Courting death."
The two sides clashed. Chu Hao moved rapidly through the mist, turning into lightning and streaking through the fog, so fast even the Asura Evil Ghost couldn't keep up.
