The mist had vanished and tranquility returned to the night, but the crisis was not yet over. The Source Ghost had left, but a mutilated lower body stood erect not far in front of him, its toes pointed directly at him.
It was the Chang Ghost.
Had it been in his prime, even if he couldn't defeat it, he could always run away, but now, Yang Xiao's spiritual power had been greatly depleted, and with severe injuries, facing such a foe was undeniably dangerous. Yang Xiao grit his teeth, got up, and turned to run.
"Thud."
"Thud."
"Thud."
