At this moment, neither Mu Fan nor Lu Qingxue expected the Night Ghost's momentum would double once again.
Now shrouded beneath the black and white skeletal armor, the Night Ghost truly resembled a zombie skeleton.
The Night Ghost's cruel gaze skipped over Mu Fan, then settled on the coolly majestic Lu Qingxue, extending a scarlet tongue to lick the corner of its mouth.
"Ready to enjoy the gluttonous feast of slaughter? Cackling..."
The Night Ghost's hands hung at its sides, instantly enveloped by black fog.
Its eyes were crimson like a ghost.
Then the whole figure stepped on the treetops, carrying dreadful might, and slowly took a step forward.
"How is it?"
Mu Fan stepped forward to stand in front of Lu Qingxue, holding the Dark Gold Short Stick horizontally across his chest.
As for the code case, he had already casually tossed it aside on the ground.
Seeing Mu Fan protect her with his body, a mysterious glimmer flashed in Lu Qingxue's cold yet captivating eyes.
