You Had Your Chance... You Weren't Capable!

His previous remark, whether laced with a mocking tone or not, seemed to enrage the Stitched Ghoul.

On its two differently-featured faces, a shared expression of anger manifested in perfect synchrony!

Fan Wu's verbal provocation, coupled with his blasphemous disrespect towards the Great Venerable...

Both made the Stitched Ghoul wish it could devour Fan Wu alive!

Disregarding the injuries to its soul-body, it charged towards Fan Wu on all fours like a beast.

Its charging speed was so fast that bystanders couldn't react at all.

At least Xie Jiuyi felt that with his eyesight, he couldn't even track the Stitched Ghoul's movements.

He could only vaguely see an afterimage flash by.

Where the afterimage passed, yin energy churned like mist, sending shivers down one's spine!

It made him feel quite unsettled!

The enraged Stitched Ghoul didn't turn towards Xie Jiuyi and Shen Jiyue, but had fixated solely on Fan Wu!

It wanted to devour both Fan Wu's body and soul.

Behind its head, a large mass of black hair began to grow at an extreme speed.

It swept and coiled towards Fan Wu's position!

The Stitched Ghoul itself also revealed a ferocious and terrifying face, baring its fangs and claws.

Wielding its one remaining arm with a sharp claw, and its other arm with a sharp claw that had already been shattered...

It lunged at Fan Wu!

Its reckless actions seemed as if it wanted to trade injuries with Fan Wu, thereby exhausting him to death.

If this were truly a "numerical game," with Fan Wu's [Vitality] attribute of 89+, he might have actually flipped the table.

After all, the Stitched Ghoul's [Vitality] attribute, even after suffering several heavy blows, was still much higher than Fan Wu's.

It's just a pity...

The World of Gods and Anomalies is not a game world.

Having a higher [Vitality] attribute than Fan Wu...

Doesn't necessarily mean you can grind Fan Wu down!

As expected, the myriad black hairs from behind the Stitched Ghoul's head had already quickly wrapped around Fan Wu's feet, binding his ankles like a giant zongzi, as if afraid he would move.

The Stitched Ghoul's yin-yang ghost face visibly froze.

The black hair behind its head was actually just a feint, but it hadn't expected the feint to actually succeed!

This stinky Taoist priest before it, who dared to blaspheme the Great Venerable and dared to scorn it...

Wasn't dodging at all?

Moreover, this stinky Taoist priest wasn't using the sword in his hand, which made it tremble, to cut the black hair binding his feet.

What was he doing?

What did he want to do?

Within the span of a lightning strike, the Stitched Ghoul pondered these questions.

But its body was already mere inches away from Fan Wu.

It didn't have time to think so much.

Its arm with the broken claw blade suddenly grabbed Fan Wu's free left hand, while its other arm with the claw blade tightly gripped the right hand holding the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The Stitched Ghoul knew this sword was very powerful, so its first instinct was to prevent Fan Wu from using it!

Its massive head was less than two steps away from Fan Wu's head!

On the brow of its eerie yin-yang face, a small crack actually appeared. This small crack rapidly grew to the size of a Cuju ball.

The crack occupied one-third of the ghost face.

Inside the crack on its brow was a patch of darkness, as if no light could illuminate it. A sense of unspeakable deathly stillness emanated from the dark opening.

It glared intently at Fan Wu.

The dark crack on its brow pointed directly at Fan Wu's head, and eerie black mist, rolling with an aura of ill omen and death... gushed out from the crack!

Heading straight for Fan Wu!

That rolling, extremely eerie, and ominous black mist seemed capable of corroding all living things.

The air itself seemed to be emitting a "sizzling" sound.

The air was being eroded by that ominous black mist!

"I told you, I'll take both your hands." Fan Wu, with danger looming so close, still showed no panic.

At this tense moment when everyone else held their breath, he even revealed a "kind" smile.

Gazing at the rolling, ominous black mist that was surging towards him.

He didn't dodge or evade.

Instead, he took a deep breath!

The ominous black mist gushing from the dark crack on the Stitched Ghoul's forehead was actively inhaled into Fan Wu's body!

This bizarre scene...

Not only stunned Shen Jiyue and Xie Jiuyi, who were not far away.

It also stunned the Stitched Ghoul!

The human.

The ghoul.

Both were dumbfounded!

Fan Wu inhaled strands of ominous black mist like a greedy Taotie. His lung capacity seemed bottomless at this moment, and not a wisp of the ominous black mist could escape his inhale.

After just a few breaths, the Stitched Ghoul's soul body became hazy and indistinct.

Clearly, using this move had severely drained it.

The dark crack on its forehead was slowly closing.

If it didn't close soon, the entire ghoul might be drained to death!

However, what it found unbelievable was...

This ridiculously powerful, stinky Taoist priest seemed completely unfazed!

This guy inhaled its black mist.

And...

Was completely fine?!

How is this possible!!

Its hollow eyes widened. The extremely dangerous, ominous black mist from before could corrode and dissolve even hard steel! It could even corrode the souls of cultivators!

A person's skin defense is strong... the Stitched Ghoul could barely accept that.

Then its internal organs must be fragile, right? Not as resilient as its skin?

But...

This strange, stinky Taoist priest inhaled the black mist, and the mist should have corroded his internal organs.

Why was he completely unharmed?

He...

Is he really human?

At this moment, it wasn't just the people from the Imperial Astronomy Bureau who doubted if Fan Wu was human. Even this Stitched Ghoul was questioning if Fan Wu was truly a human.

No one answered the doubt that arose within it.

Only to see...

After closing his mouth, Fan Wu opened it again, and the rolling ominous black mist was forcefully expelled from his mouth like arrows released from a bow!

Exhaling like arrows!

There was no better description!

Moreover, the ominous black mist was mixed with incredibly potent and majestic yang energy. The Stitched Ghoul, caught off guard, was directly sprayed.

The intense burning and corrosive sensation caused the Stitched Ghoul's yin-yang ghoul face to contort instantly!

"Screeeeeeaaaaam!!!!"

It let out an ear-splitting roar of immense pain, a miserable sound that would make listeners weep and listeners fall to their knees, almost evoking pity.

Its facial expression shifted countless times in a mere instant due to the extreme agony.

The "skin" on the Stitched Ghoul's face began to melt and peel away as if corroded by sulfuric acid, revealing its dark "bones" underneath!

The black hair that had bound Fan Wu's feet rapidly retracted. The ghoul hands gripping his arms also quickly let go.

It couldn't bear such pain.

It just wanted to create distance from Fan Wu.

However, the moment it released its grip, Fan Wu seized one of its hands in return.

His terrifying grip actually caused the Stitched Ghoul's thick wrist to crack inch by inch!

The ghoul trembled violently!

Enduring extreme pain!

"Hoo..." Fan Wu exhaled a long breath, his expression showing no discomfort. He maintained his rather sinister smile, staring directly at the Stitched Ghoul before him.

"I gave you a chance... and you blew it!" He then delivered a powerful upward kick, slamming into the ghoul's chin.

The Stitched Ghoul was kicked three inches off the ground, its spectral body involuntarily toppling backward.

Then it heavily crashed to the ground!

Fan Wu retracted his foot, and the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand was leisurely thrust forward.

The sword tip pointed directly at the ghoul's throat!