Bang! Bang! Bang!
The clash of swords resounded with a dull thud; this strike didn't even break through the opponent's defense!
Yang Si's expression changed.
She finally saw clearly, the Ghost Race member before her was tall and brawny, nearly two meters in height. His face was indifferent, and his physical body was extraordinarily tough.
"A bit weak, isn't it?" The Ghost Race member chuckled lightly.
Saying this, he reached out and grabbed Yang Si's sword.
The long sword in the Ghost Race member's hand couldn't even cut his skin. With a strong pull, Yang Si was dragged along completely.
"It's a Mountain Ghost!"
Yang Si's face turned pale with fright.
She never expected that she would encounter a Mountain Ghost.
The Ghost Race also had various subraces, the most common being the ordinary Blood Ghosts. For instance, someone like Yan Dongchen was a Blood Ghost. They absorbed human blood to cultivate and recover from injuries.
