Zhang Huanzhi emerged from the back mountain, looked up at the nighttime sky, and in his good mood, even the half-clouded moon seemed particularly pleasing.
Under the pitch-black night.
The shadows of the trees at the back mountain were vaguely crisscrossing. As the breeze blew through, they seemed like hanging ghosts, somewhat eerie, prompting Zhang Huanzhi to quicken his pace.
Suddenly.
He felt a chill of cold wind enveloping him:
"What's going on?"
Zhang Huanzhi panicked inside and glanced around, but there was nothing unusual besides the trees. Suddenly thinking of something, he quickly looked up.
There, suspended in mid-air, a white-clad female ghost had appeared.
In the instant he looked up.
The female ghost opened her mouth and roared fiercely:
"Buzz!!"
A Soul Vortex Wave howled out, headed straight for him.
At such a close distance.
Zhang Huanzhi had no chance to dodge.
However.
