Heavenly Demon Doesn't Know I'm the Bane of Ghost Paths

Su Fan looked as though he were fleeing in panic, his flying artifact nearly smoking beneath his feet.

He flew for quite a while, yet found no one pursuing him from behind.

This isn't how the story is supposed to go. Shouldn't "Ghost Hand Wei Cang" have caught up by now? If he doesn't come, what the hell am I running for?

Had he flown too fast just now and left that old bastard behind?

Impossible. Although he looked like he was fleeing frantically, he was actually moving quite slowly.

Just then, Su Fan suddenly sensed a sinister aura surging toward him from behind, spreading across the sky and earth.

He immediately grew excited. "Ghost Hand Wei Cang" had caught up.

Judging from that frightening, ghostly aura, it was probably that Old Devil.

Su Fan continued stepping on his flying artifact as he fled toward the distant mountains. Before long, he escaped into them.

The instant his figure entered the mountains, a stretch of pitch-black smoke, as dark as ink, spread above his head like storm clouds pressing down on the earth.

An extremely cold aura spread and rampaged in every direction, filled with despair, terror, resentment, and other gloomy emotions. In an instant, it transformed everything within several miles into a lifeless ghost domain.

Within this ghost domain of extreme cold and dead silence, thick black smoke churned and roiled.

It constantly transformed into strange human faces, or grotesque, savage demons of bizarre shapes, while terrifying howls rang out and chilled the soul.

"Ghost Hand Wei Cang" had trapped Su Fan within his domain. If this had been Xiao Ming in the Golden Core Realm, he could only have been slaughtered at will.

However, "Ghost Hand Wei Cang" had never dreamed that the person he had trapped was a