Whoosh—
A gust of sinister wind howled as the massive shadow lunged at Lin Bai, its black claws resembling sharp swords aimed straight at Lin Bai's body.
Thud.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Lin Bai was struck in the chest by the shadow, tearing a large chunk of flesh and clothing away.
Lin Bai quickly retreated, looked down, and saw a five-fingered claw mark on his chest, with blood flowing freely.
"I can't hurt it, but it can hurt me."
Lin Bai said, somewhat surprised.
"This is indeed an entity like a ghost. If I could still summon Yanluo Hall, perhaps it could suppress this Martial Soul, but now Yanluo Hall has been shattered by Wu He..."
"So that's how it is."
"Wu He was so wary of Yanluo Hall's soul-attacking Secret Skill because he was afraid I might use this skill against his Martial Soul, huh?"
Lin Bai finally understood why Wu He had to destroy Lin Bai's Yanluo Hall before making a move.
