"You whelp, you're courting death!"
A shrill, furious howl, laced with panic, erupted from the churning black mist.
The Ghost Bone Elder felt a ridiculous surge of fury rush straight to his head.
He was the renowned Ghost Bone Elder, hunting down some no-name whelp named Chu Fan with the force of a thunderbolt.
'Who would have thought he'd be the one sent scrambling like a beaten dog?'
In his centuries of cultivation, he had never suffered such an unprecedented humiliation!
He had planned to put some distance between them and regroup. Then, using his signature Demon Puppet Technique, he would leisurely take care of this arrogant brat, torturing him to a slow and agonizing death.
But who could have imagined this Chu Fan would be so relentless? He gave him no room to breathe, sticking to him like a shadow and pressing him at every turn!
The black mist roiled violently. A cold snort, filled with killing intent and humiliation, echoed from within.
The next moment—
"ROAR!"
