The Wuji Sect elder looked at the ghost face not far away, then at the one they had captured, and instantly understood, his old face flushing red.
He had been in the cultivation world for so long, yet he was fooled by a brat!
What a cunning strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain!
He angrily stretched out his hand and tore off the ghastly face mask, and then used the True Qi from his Dantian to lift the ghoul, tossing it onto the ground.
At this moment, the ghoul's body was covered with numerous sword wounds, bleeding incessantly!
Fortunately, the ghoul possessed special self-healing abilities and an immortal body; otherwise, it would have long been dead at the hands of these Wuji Sect fellows.
"Master... I'm sorry, I haven't... haven't held out..."
The ghoul reached out a hand, his complexion somewhat self-reproachful.
"A piece of trash, hold out my ass! Scram!"
