A flash of red light appeared like a sharp pair of scissors, slashing down from midair at the arm-thick mass of long hair before him.
With the Bronze Ancient Coffin useless, this was the only power Ji Li could still borrow.
Yet as the red light descended, he charged straight for the banquet hall's main doors, utterly disregarding the mass of hair about to fall onto his head.
Threads of icy coldness traveled down the hanging Hair Strands and had already touched the crown of his head. The sensation differed from every previous close encounter he had had with ghosts.
If the chill of approaching ghosts before had been a Supernatural Aura carried by the ghosts themselves, then the coldness of this long hair possessed an unrecognizable sinister quality.
It did not feel like pure murderous intent, but an elusive, alien emotion being released. Yet it had undoubtedly come from something negative.
The first Hair Strand pierced through his ear. The pain was not intense, but it felt as though he had been bitten by a venomous snake.
For some reason, Ji Li's vision suddenly went black at that moment. It recovered in an instant, only for the second strand to aim at his throat.
But just before it pierced his throat, the Evil Spirit's power finally arrived. The red light slashed down and split the mass of long hair in two.
At the same time, beneath the feet of the seven Ghost Corpses, Ji Li rammed open the banquet hall's half-closed doors with his body, stepped over the high threshold, and squeezed into an even darker, unknown place.
Bang!
The moment he entered the banquet hall, the doors he had just forced open suddenly shut on their own with an incomparably muffled sound.
In the near pitch-black darkness, he