"Hehehe!"
The sound came from behind him, and a wave of icy aura attacked once again.
Mahali had been knocked to the ground and had no time to get up. He could only immediately slash backward with one hand. With a whoosh, it felt as if he had struck something—and yet, perhaps he had struck nothing at all.
His earlier swipe had seemed to touch something, but when he turned his head, he found nothing there. Even the laughter from before had vanished. He immediately scrambled to his feet.
The Child Ghost had attacked him just now.
The Child Ghost was too fast. If he had not made a snap decision and swiftly slashed behind himself with his hand, he might have been struck by the Child Ghost again.
After getting up, Mahali saw black mist surrounding him. He could only make out a few meters around him; beyond that, everything was covered by dense black fog, impossible to see through.
If not for his considerable strength, which allowed him to clearly see his surroundings within a few meters, an ordinary person—or that middle-aged man—would have been blind even with their eyes open, unable to see anything.
Under such circumstances, and considering the Mother and Child Ghost, he had already judged during their brief exchange that the two ghosts were not much weaker than him.
Then there was the dense black mist before him, all of it thick resentment and Yin Sha Qi. How was he supposed to fight now?
Mahali was at a loss for words. The two ghosts were already powerful, and their resentment was fucking intense, so their abilities were naturally formidable. They also took turns fighting him. The Child Ghost even relied on speed to launch Sneak Attacks, leaving him struggling to keep up.
Now that