The sudden voice startled Ye and Niu, causing both of them to jolt in unison.
This voice had appeared too abruptly, too eerily. There had been no warning, not even the sound of footsteps, and then it was there, in the pitch-black tomb chamber, indescribably sinister and terrifying.
For a moment, the same dreadful thought emerged unbidden in their minds.
Could it be... a ghost!?
At the thought, goosebumps erupted over their skin.
As soon as the threatening words resonated, they both felt an intense gust of wind sweep ferociously behind them—clearly someone was attacking with a powerful and domineering palm strike, encompassing them both!
Realizing the enormity of the palm force from behind, Ye Weiming instantly confirmed that the speaker was human, not a ghost.
Talking of handing over items on one hand, and without waiting for a response, launching an attack on the other.
What kind of despicably cowardly ghost could do such a thing?
