The impatient Black Ghost Fire had already begun, charging forward and promptly devouring all the smaller ghost.
"Oh no, we need to run." Some particularly strong little ghosts, seeing the situation turning dire, started to frantically flee.
"Pang Wenjun, come over here." Pang Xiangliang shockingly called out as he looked ahead: "Am I dreaming?"
No one could be seen up front, they only saw a cluster of black fog. The small ghosts they encountered immediately disappeared.
In particular, that black fog acted like a gust of wind, blowing here and there, regardless of how fast the small ghosts were running, the fog always arrived in time to annihilate them.
"Run! That thing is horrifying." Some small ghosts witnessing their fellows killed, and not being able to revive, were scared into desperately fleeing.
But the Black Ghost Fire was their nemesis, in a blink of an eye, regardless of how far they flew, they were caught up with and extinguished by the Black Ghost Fire.
