Xu Guang could naturally see that the curse of the fierce ghost pursuing the White Toad Sect was stronger than the bizarre leg of the Black Market.
In the pitch-black cave, amidst the black puddles, black mist crisscrossed, with eerie white shadows appearing and disappearing. Mysterious, girlish laughter echoed with bouts of chilling screams that occasionally reverberated through the cave.
A series of muffled thuds sounded on the ground, as if some immense and terrifying thing was about to descend.
Suddenly.
The giant entity manifested.
Everything in the cave came to a halt, even the crisscrossing black mist seemed to gain consciousness at that moment, quickly retracting toward the four walls.
Xu Guang had no intention of coming down. General Wei forced himself towards the six or seven-meter-high cave, causing it to shake as countless pebbles fell down.
"All fled? So quickly?"
Xu Guang frowned. Would a fierce ghost capable of pursuing the White Toad Sect be scared?
