Zhang Mancheng

Ding Ling was obviously a new ghost.

Moreover, he seemed to have died not long ago and was extremely weak.

Against such a new ghost,

He Yi did not even dare use his weapon, afraid that one careless strike would chop Ding Ling to death!

If that happened, how could he torture Ding Ling?

How could he vent the resentment and killing intent in his heart?

Therefore, he planned to knock Ding Ling down first and then subject him to cruel torture!

If he could not torture Ding Ling until he was "worse off than dead," then he would not be He Yi!

However, what greatly surprised He Yi was that the moment his fist smashed down, he was sent flying uncontrollably.

"What's going on?!"

He Yi was somewhat dazed.

But soon, intense pain came from his chest. He lowered his head slightly and saw a hole the size of a bowl!

"Who did this?!"

"When did I suffer such a serious injury?"

Bang!

He Yi crashed heavily to the ground, crushing several ghost soldiers to death.

He struggled to get up, only to discover that the source of soul power throughout his body was rapidly leaking away. Knowing he was doomed, he could not help but howl.

Hearing the howls, the other Yellow Turban generals charged out one after another.

After seeing the scene clearly, they all looked at He Yi in disbelief:

"Who did this?"

He Yi did not know who it was, but he instinctively pointed at Ding Ling:

"Him, him!"

"Who are you?!"

A burly man over three meters tall glared menacingly at Ding Ling:

"A mere Little Demon actually managed to injure Commander He?!"

Unable to believe it, he ordered the Yellow Turban Army in all directions:

"Attack! Seize him!"

Boom!

The Yellow Turban Army