"This truly is a ghostly place... right, buddy?" Weichi Peng patted the Ghost Horse beneath him, his face twisted in a bitter smile.
Looking up, the Path of Yin and Yang was indeed extraordinarily vast, resembling a ruined Capital City. It seemed countless Evil Ghosts had sensed his approach as a living person. To search for Wei Gongxing in such an environment was like searching for a needle in a haystack; it was unfathomable how his father and the others considered this their last hope...
Zhang Hao was a forthright man, as well as a practical one. He had made it clear just a moment ago that if Weichi Peng could prove an obvious weakness in his adversary, convincing him there was at least a fifty-fifty chance of victory, he would take his brothers and join forces with Weichi Peng for a fight.
To Weichi Peng, that was already quite a generous offer.
Who would willingly engage in a battle with certain death?
