How Hard Is He to Kill?

The Supernatural World had retreated, but the Eighteenth Floor before them was still suffused with scarlet amid the darkness.

Snow continued to drift from the ceiling, while that eyeball overlooking everything remained fixed on what lay below.

The clash between the two managers had reached its peak. A fierce aura spread from Ji Li, blowing aside a patch of snowflakes.

The rotten tooth was a prop—or perhaps it was not—but in the end, it had come from a ghost.

Ji Li had forcibly used it to possess himself and summon the Gray Soul precisely so he would no longer be affected by any Supernatural Power and could devote himself fully to killing Gu Xingjian.

That had not been his original plan. He had intended to borrow the Evil Spirit and unveil the all-encompassing death route.

But Fang Shenyan's words had forced him to alter his original plan and adopt another extreme measure.

His gaze passed over Gu Xingjian and landed on the door. A wisp of wind slowly blew open a crack in Ruru's front door, making things easier for Fang Shenyan.

Then, for the first time, Ji Li stepped toward Gu Xingjian.

The Gray Soul possessed him once more, bringing his momentum to its peak. For a short while, the Evil Spirit would no longer pose a threat.

As long as he could ignore supernatural attacks, killing Gu Xingjian would become a far more straightforward matter.

Ji Li took one step forward, and Gu Xingjian took one step back, always maintaining their original distance.

Perhaps that represented fear and retreat.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of panic on Gu Xingjian's face. There was even a glint of brilliance hidden in his bright eyes.

"This is the real you!

"This Manager Mission, this is the version of you