"Brother, I never thought we'd die here. It was my fault for dragging you down with me. I'm sorry!"
Qi Ming had a gentleman's bearing. Even facing death, he first thought of how he had wronged Xu Yi. As he spoke, he clasped his fists toward Xu Yi and continued, "Better to die in the flames than be bitten to death by that old ghost." He was about to leap down from the stone.
Xu Yi held him back. "Why do that, brother? A man dies when he dies. But if we're going to die, we should die charging forward. How can we take our own lives?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Xu Yi suddenly raised a hand. A Sonic Flying Dagger flashed through the air in a streak of white light, shooting straight for the Ghost Fangs.
"Pathetic little trick!"
The old ghost reached out and caught the dagger.
The sight nearly made Xu Yi's jaw drop. He had spent the most time with Liao Chen and had seen his yin soul. The two of them had to communicate through their thoughts even to speak. But this old ghost could not only talk aloud—his yin soul was nearly solid enough to grasp physical objects.
Apparently rattled, Xu Yi hurled all seven of his Sonic Flying Daggers one after another. The old ghost caught every one and tossed them aside.
Seeing that Xu Yi had run out of tricks, the old ghost laughed and laughed, like a resentful wife who had finally vented her pent-up fury.
"Old ghost! Take this!"
Qi Ming suddenly hurled a sharp spear. It shrieked through the air, bathed in red light, as if it were about to burst into flame.
"A mere yin artifact dares show itself before me?"
The old ghost