The Ghost Child pounced over, and Murong Ziyue didn't dare be careless.
She flicked the whip in her hand and lashed at the Ghost Child.
The whip's strike was fierce; it landed on the Ghost Child, but the Ghost Child only bared its teeth in a grimace. Its ghostly figure flickered, broke free of the Snake Shadow Whip, and turned into a wisp of black qi.
The Snake Shadow Whip in Murong Ziyue's hand struck empty air, and her eyes flickered slightly.
That little ghost was far more troublesome than she had imagined.
Murong Ziyue still did not panic; the Snake Shadow Whip in her hand snapped back.
Behind her, a burst of chill rushed in. Without turning around, Murong Ziyue already knew it was the little ghost.
On the body of the whip, True Qi burned like blazing Fire.
The little ghost behind her hadn't yet closed in when another whip struck down.
