"You..."
Lin Taichu was horrified. Wang Teng's speed had improved far too much compared to before; he could no longer see Wang Teng's movements at all.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Next, he felt the world spin around him. Then, a tall and upright figure appeared in his field of vision.
"Wang Teng, how dare you humiliate me like this? Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off." Lin Taichu's legs trembled as he spoke with venomous hatred.
"Death may change everything. Why don't you give it a try?"
As he spoke, Wang Teng pointed a finger.
Pfft!
A ball of green flame appeared at the tips of his index finger and thumb.
"Netherworld Ghost Fire?"
Lin Taichu was terrified out of his wits and instinctively staggered back several steps.
This flame was extremely strange. It could corrode the soul and was an exceptionally sinister and vicious weapon.
Even he could not help but shudder.
"That's right. Do you still remember this weapon?" Wang Teng grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. He looked utterly harmless.
Yet anyone could hear the icy chill in his words.
Then, he flicked his finger, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire immediately streaked through the void like a tiny green star.
Then, accompanied by a faint sound of flesh being pierced, the Netherworld Ghost Fire shot straight toward Lin Taichu.
Green flames burned across its surface.
"Get lost!" Lin Taichu's face turned pale with fright. He hurriedly unleashed a sea of flames, blazing fiercely as it tried to block the Netherworld Ghost Fire.
Rumble!
However, the Netherworld Ghost Fire was simply too hot. Even the flames around Lin Taichu's body were gradually devoured.
In the end, the Netherworld Ghost Fire pierced through the sea of flames, rushed before Lin Taichu, and vanished in