"Please." Su Chen could only brace himself for the battle.
At this moment, if he retreated, he would lose his chance at the Life-and-Death Reversing Pill. Even if it meant risking his life, he had to push forward and endure for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Moreover, the heart of Su Chen's martial arts was dominating and fearless. He could die in battle but never retreat. If he backed down today, it would affect his future path in martial arts.
Taking a deep breath, Su Chen unhesitatingly activated the "Ghost Slave Formation." At this time, any reserve would be sheer folly.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...
In the eerily quiet air, a faint, distant, and elusive howl of ghostly foxes and wolves could be heard.
Along with it came ninety-nine needle bones.
The needle bones were agile, strange, and dark, with sharp piercing edges like darting swords. It was as if ninety-nine supreme experts had deployed troops and formed a battle array, all aimed at locking onto Di Heng.
