"Breaking through to Half-step Earth Sovereign—is it really that difficult..."
Night Falcon's indifferent words were like a winter wind scraping across Ghost Nightmare's heart, twisting his expression.
The pure darkness power that had invaded his body through his right arm continued stubbornly eroding his vitality. By now, his strength had been greatly weakened.
Yet extreme rage was often followed by hysterical madness and unwillingness to accept defeat.
A scarlet, violent gleam suddenly surged in Ghost Nightmare's eyes. He abruptly coughed up a mouthful of filthy blood mixed with fragments of his organs and roared.
"Hmph, you arrogant bastard! I, Ghost Nightmare, am the young master of Ghost Sect and have relied on the Black Heaven Ancient Clan for a hundred years! How could I be defeated by some bastard of unknown origin?!"
"You forced me into this! Even if I have to stake everything today, I'll kill you!!!"
Before his voice faded, Ghost Nightmare's left hand slammed against his chest, and another mouthful of Essence Blood sprayed out.
But the Essence Blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, he swiftly caught it with his left hand, drawing a strange blood-colored rune in the air.
At the same time, the Qiankun Bracelet on his right hand flashed. An object shot out and fell into the blood-colored rune.
It was an object entirely dark cyan in color and shaped like the skull of some vicious beast. It was about a foot long, with two constantly rotating ghostly-green gems embedded in its eye sockets. It emitted a chilling coldness, deathly silence, and a vast pressure far beyond the level of an absolute Divine Artifact!
Low-grade Sacred Object, Soul-Devouring Ghost Skull!
This was a treasured object that had guarded Ghost Sect for generations. Although it was only a Low-grade Sacred Object and had