Whoosh!
Tang Hao's Emperor Yu's Steps brought him forward, avoiding the incoming attack.
On the other hand, Old Daoist Darkshade held the Myriad Ghost Pot and wailed as if he had lost his parents.
He had spent a lot of effort to raise those ghosts, and they were his greatest reliance, but now, they were all gone. They had all been swallowed by that boy.
Hearing that delicious sound, he really wanted to vomit blood.
Then, he shivered in fear.
That brat's divine sense was too strange. It could actually transform, and it was even emitting an overwhelming aura, completely suppressing his ghost. This brat was clearly his nemesis!
"Corpse Daoist, are there any more?"
Tang Hao teased.
Old Man Darkshade's body swayed, and he almost fainted from anger.
This brat was too damn detestable!
"You brat, f*ck you!" He cursed angrily, but then quickly retreated.
