Enveloped in the black mist, the "Hundred Ghost Infant Fiend" shrieked once more, its pale body vanished without warning in the next instant.
When it reappeared, it carried a dense stench of decay and a bone-chilling cold, flickering to within less than a foot from Wang Daoxuan's side, its pale little hand with black nails silently reaching for the Daoist's throat.
This evil creature, half-human and half-ghost, had a movement technique even more unfathomable than Shrinking Ground into Inches.
"Got you!"
Wang Daoxuan was prepared, pulling Lv San back while raising a copper pipe.
This was the "Netherworld Fire Pistol" recreated by Sha Lifei according to the "Thunderclap Fire Scripture." Because it was too intricately made and difficult to produce, only a few were made, all given to Wang Daoxuan for protection.
Whoosh~
In an instant, crimson phosphorus fire spewed out like a dragon's breath.
The "Hundred Ghost Infant Fiend," screaming, was forced back.
