These eerie beings, living in this Evil Qi-filled Yin land for many years, were not simply common ghosts anymore. They were somewhere between an evil curse and a spirit. Even the weak ones were hard to completely annihilate.
"Hmph!"
Ghost man Chu Xun strutted around like a swaggering street bully, baring his teeth and threatening the grass and leaves, which frightened many eerie presences hidden within the vegetation and rocks.
Seeing the fearful appearances of these weak souls, Chu Xun laughed loudly like a black orangutan, feeling even more accomplished.
"Vanity... bad taste. Old Zhu's emotions have indeed become richer. It seems that as his power is elevated, his spiritual wisdom is gradually recovering."
This observation from Chu Xun gave Chen Dengming food for thought, and he felt a touch of gratification.
