The Ghost Enforcer, a Ninth Grade Mechanic.
This greenish-black mechanical man was draped in a set of ancient vine armor, and its body had no fixed shape, but was a strand of greenish-black gas drifting about unstably.
Countless resentful souls shuttled back and forth in the cracks of the ancient vine armor, like swimming snakes, extending dozens of feet long dark ropes, waving in the air, crisscrossing, emitting a strong suffocating aura.
"This Ghost Enforcer has amazing defense, and we mustn't let its dark ropes touch us, or it will absorb our flesh and blood, instantly replenishing the little bit of life value it just lost!"
Water Cloud Smoke had a solemn expression on her face. With a gentle flick of her bare hand, a gust of wind passed between her fingers, creating a rustling and resounding sound.
Over a hundred Willow Leaf Sword Threads, controlled by her hands, formed a net with an unparalleled sharp sword intent permeating within-
