Ghosts, more enigmatic than ferocious, Zhang Fei Xuan understood, harmed people by exploiting certain rules.
It wasn't that they couldn't attack or use spells; rather, utilizing rules was their form of spellcraft.
This strength was even more formidable.
Take 'Mourning,' for instance. Naturally, they could kill a person, but they excelled in wailing people to death, turning them into one of their own kind.
This was their way of survival.
And as for ghosts, some were easily killed, while others were tough to annihilate.
The difference depended on their potency; those that were substantial and destructive, though riskier, were easier to deal with through fighting techniques.
But this ghost, from his experience, seemed to be the difficult kind.
Watching the dissipating Phantom Kind, Zhang Fei Xuan blinked and asked, "Is it over?"
"What do you mean, 'over'?" Song Yin inquired.
"Well, elder brother, is the ghost just gone? It died just by being glared at?"
"Not exactly."
