The Night Wandering Corpse trembled, and if the Ghost-whipping Whip struck again, he might die immediately.
Chu Hao coldly said, "Considering you still have some conscience and haven't harmed the Resentful Infant Souls, I won't kill you."
The Night Wandering Corpse was overjoyed, continuously kowtowing, saying, "Thank you, Holy Master, I won't dare again, I won't dare."
As soon as the words fell.
Chu Hao's voice turned ice-cold, sinisterly saying, "Spare you from death, but you can't escape punishment. For every infant soul here, you'll be whipped as many times."
The Night Wandering Corpse was stunned, his expression fierce and terrifying, angrily saying, "You... you said you'd let me go, your word doesn't count."
Chu Hao lashed out with the whip, saying, "Every word I say is a holy decree. If you survive, I'll let you go."
"Of course, you won't survive."
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The Ghost-whipping Whip was swung wildly.
Can one survive?
