"Heh, so you finally arrived, and it took you this long to realize the problem? Your reactions have dulled... "
Wu Liang sat on the rooftop edge of the Human Ancestor Temple, chewing on a Fierce Ghost Fragment as he spoke.
He glanced once more at Zeng Hu, who was being chased all over the plain by a City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghost, and raised his hand towards him.
Whoosh—
In an instant, a blood-red Mist Sword pierced through the clouds, creating a faint sonic boom, drawing a graceful arc in the air.
Zeng Hu was about to be caught by the slime-like creature formed of unknown mucus, which was already looming above his head and would easily swallow him in the next second.
"Don't be afraid! First use [Material Penetration] to enter its body, then use [Emotion Domination] to immobilize it! Finally, destroy it from within! Oh, why are you so dumb!"
