Chu Han was startled. With a sharp whoosh, he drew the Asura Battle Axe and dashed into the distance, while controlling every bit of energy within his range as best he could, trying to delay the explosion.
Every detonation from Explosive Flame Slash was nothing to scoff at. Getting hurt in the midst of such violent explosions was practically inevitable. Not only would Chu Han's barely healed injuries worsen again, but his life might even be in danger.
Chu Han's actions were abrupt and swift. Wang Cai was the first to react, hurriedly taking advantage of the chaos to run out and dive into Chu Han's pocket.
Gao Shaohui paused blankly, then foolishly took a few steps forward and pointed at the Ghost Species corpse right in front of him. "It's already dead. Why are you running, Chu Han?"
"Damn it! Run!" Chu Han turned his head and saw Gao Shaohui standing so close to the center of the impending explosion. Alarmed, he stopped and shouted rapidly, "Can't you sense the fluctuations?"
The energy left inside that Ghost Species's head was practically unable to hold on any longer, and signs of violent unrest were obvious. What was wrong with Gao Shaohui?
Seeing Chu Han's anxious expression, Gao Shaohui slowly replied, his thoughts clearly not keeping up, "These fluctuations—"
Unfortunately, Gao Shaohui had barely begun speaking when a series of soft cracks interrupted him. The Ghost Species's head had begun vibrating at high speed, its skull splitting apart as fluid from within splattered out.
Chu Han's eyes narrowed, and he instantly cursed, "Fuck! You really know how to make trouble!"
Then—
Whoosh!
The energy within Chu Han surged once more. He did everything he could to shape it into thin lines, sending it sharply toward the Ghost Species's brain.
He would