Enemies always met on narrow roads, and the alleyways of Changming Street were narrower still.
Ji Li tossed aside Li Guanqi's eyeball and slowly drew the Stage Sword from its sheath. Standing before the ruined wall, he stared at the Old Woman and said softly,
"I'd also like to see how you plan to take my skin."
The separation of bone and skin did not last long, because it was merely the supernatural pressure naturally carried in the Skin Peeling Ghost's voice.
In essence, it was no different from pouring hot water over a slaughtered sheep to make it easier to carve apart.
All estimates of the Skin Peeling Ghost's strength had basically come from indirect information.
Ji Li believed it was powerful because it had managed to start peeling skin before the White Robe Ghost could, even within the White Robe Ghost's sphere of control.
The White Robe Ghost's strength was already plain for all to see. It was practically among the ghosts second only to Heavenly Sea, which directly elevated the Skin Peeling Ghost's strength to a terrifying level.
Moreover, neither Ji Li nor the Raccoon Dog could sense any Supernatural Power from the Old Woman before them. Yet it was undeniably a ghost, which further confirmed that point.
But precisely how it operated, how it killed, and what abilities it possessed had never been directly revealed.
He would soon get his wish.
The Old Woman's hunched figure looked as if she had never stood straight in her life. Standing atop that sewn-together human skin, she swayed when a gust of wind blew, as though she could be knocked over at any moment.
But in the next second, her facial skin merely trembled once, and an incomparably bizarre sensation immediately reached Ji Li.
He discovered that the hand