Lin Xuan's escape light was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had fled several hundred zhang away. Yet with his powerful divine sense, he still heard Yuan Dahai's startled cry.
Lin Xuan's heart chilled. He did not dare pay any more attention to what was behind him. He suddenly drove his spiritual power harder and flew even faster.
Yet before long, he discovered a tail hanging far behind him. Judging from the fluctuations of yin energy coming from the other party, it should be a certain Ghost King.
Lin Xuan's escape speed was already like wind and lightning, yet that fellow was still a notch faster. The distance between the two sides grew shorter and shorter.
Lin Xuan turned again and again, and even used the Earth Escape technique, yet he still could not shake off his opponent. After man and ghost had chased each other for dozens of li, Lin Xuan seemed to despair and stopped in the sky.
"What, not running anymore?"
Only a few seconds later, that black cloud arrived before him. As the mist drew back, it revealed a bald, bare-chested burly man. "I am Gu Lian. If you die by my hand, you can close your eyes in peace. I will dig out your Golden Core and offer it to my master."
"Gu Lian?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, revealing a trace of surprise. "Ghostly things have names too?"
Hearing Lin Xuan's words, the Ghost King who called himself Gu Lian showed a face full of brutality. "You humans can have names, so why can't we departed souls? Boy, hand over your life."
When he finished speaking, he reached out and clawed at empty space. A huge ghost claw appeared and stabbed fiercely down toward Lin Xuan.
It came with a fierce