Zhiqiuyiye used Earth Escape, darting dozens of miles underground in one breath. Feeling his spiritual power about to run dry, he knew that if he did not get out soon, he might be trapped beneath the earth. Only then did Zhiqiuyiye burrow out.
The moment he emerged, he collapsed to the ground. Zhiqiuyiye shifted his body and leaned against a large tree, lying there unable to move any longer.
"Phew, phew... I never expected to run into a Ghost King. I really got screwed this time. I just hope that Old Ghost didn't chase after me." Zhiqiuyiye muttered with difficulty.
He searched through his Treasure Pouch, found a porcelain bottle, poured out a medicinal pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he took out a Healing Talisman and slapped it onto himself.
That palm strike from the Ghost King had ruptured his internal organs and broken several ribs. If not for his cultivation supporting him, he would have died long ago.
As the pill took effect, Zhiqiuyiye hurriedly sat up and began cultivating, hoping to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible. But just then, a cackling ghostly laugh suddenly sounded beside his ears.
"Little Daoist, you can't escape. Hahahaha!"
Zhiqiuyiye's expression turned even uglier. He thought that perhaps he would die here tonight. Death itself was not frightening; what scared him was that after dying, his soul would be taken by that Old Ghost. He might not even have a chance at reincarnation.
"I'll fight you to the death."
Zhiqiuyiye found another bottle of pills in his Treasure Pouch, pulled out the stopper, and poured all of them into his mouth without caring about the consequences. He crunched them down, immediately feeling spiritual power rampage through his body.
"Damn it, even if these pills burst me to