"How did you get out!"
Ye Chen whipped around and glared fixedly at Jiang Qiao.
The bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, his barely stabilized figure, and the disbelief in his eyes made him look exceptionally disheveled, worlds apart from his earlier confidence and composure.
"Guess."
Jiang Qiao smiled mysteriously.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
Ye Chen's tone turned sharp. "No wonder the Guangming Society couldn't catch you. You really do have some special methods and tricks!"
"But today."
"You will die!"
The next moment, his figure twisted.
He vanished from sight.
At once, everything before Jiang Qiao's eyes went black, as though something had blocked his vision.
But less than a second later.
His vision returned to normal.
He saw a pair of thin, skeletal little hands before his eyes, like the hands of a baby who had died from malnutrition. They rested lightly over his eyes, blocking his sight.
However.
They could not truly obstruct the Dual Pupils' vision. They only affected it for an instant before losing their effectiveness.
But Ye Chen did not know that.
Blocking Jiang Qiao's senses was only the first step.
Soon.
Jiang Qiao saw pairs of translucent hands emerge from the void and reach toward him. Before they even came close, an indescribable chill began invading his body, attempting to take control of everything about him.
But clearly, it was useless.
He possessed the Evil Spirit Body, and his strength surpassed Ye Chen's.
When these smoky, mistlike Ghost Hands touched Jiang Qiao, they recoiled as violently as an ordinary person touching a red-hot griddle, then swiftly retreated. They could not affect him at all.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
"Tap, tap, tap, tap—"
"Tap, tap—"
Rustling footsteps came from every direction. Jiang Qiao saw countless Vicious Ghosts radiating a sinister aura converging on him. His