Among the mist.
Ding-ding!
Three Onis along with one Oni in black armor were still fighting the meatball. It was hard to tell who was winning.
Unlike the fights between cultivators, the fight between the ghosts did not have too many effects. The color of their clashes was mostly in grey and red, exuding an extremely heavy killing intent that could engulf the human flesh and soul.
Furthermore, in comparison to the fights between cultivators and Immortals, their fight was more of a sight. Each punch was dealt right into the flesh. Extremely brutal.
Meanwhile, there was some Dead Qi around the Oni in black armor, circling him like small snakes. Swiftly after, he took a step and his body jolted vigorously as he turned into a dense blob of grey air.
In the blink of an eye, it landed on top of the meatball.
"Nether Slash!"
He raised the knife and struck down!
Vroom!
