Fang Che had no time to think further.
The battle between the Golden Horned Flood Dragon and the phantom image was fierce. The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was stronger than the phantom image, but the phantom image's experience and agility were far beyond the Golden Horned Flood Dragon's.
Clang!
The sword in the phantom image's hand came crashing down onto the Golden Horned Flood Dragon's golden horn, producing a dull collision. Golden light blazed, and the unwilling Golden Horned Flood Dragon retreated to Fang Che's side.
The figure had already turned around. In its pair of pitch-black eye sockets, Ghost Fire flickered faintly.
It stared fixedly at Fang Che's face, and a wave of soul fluctuations came through: "Who are you?!"
Fang Che likewise sent out a wave of soul fluctuations: "Evil Sword?"
The ghostly soul body of Evil Sword's eyes flared again, and his soul power fluctuated as he asked, "What happened to this snake...?"
He even sounded somewhat hurried.
Even though he was a ghostly soul body, it was obvious that Evil Sword was extremely envious of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon's condition.
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was completely free. Anyone could see that. It could go wherever it wanted.
But the soul body of a Great Power like Evil Sword had to rely on the Divine Phaseless Jade to survive. Once he left it, he would dissipate in a very short time.
These were two entirely different states.
An existence like the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, when it went out, could be called a ghost!
An existence like Evil Sword could at most be called a remnant soul!
The difference between those two titles was like heaven and earth, clouds and mud.
A ghost could exist anywhere and at any time. Unless it encountered some special