"Roar!"
The Mother and Child Ghosts both roared at Chen Mo, but neither left Mahali's body. They merely raised their heads and glared viciously at him with blood-red eyes.
Their roars were actually warnings to Chen Mo, telling him not to come any closer—or they would make him pay.
Chen Mo took a look but paid no attention to the Mother and Child Ghosts. He controlled the Soul Chasing Nail and launched it at Mahali. Mahali was no longer hunched over with his head pressed to the ground. Instead, he sat cross-legged, like the Buddha meditating.
As Dark Light flashed, the nail neared Mahali's brow. Its sharp tip radiated a chilling hiss that made anyone who saw it instinctively afraid.
Yet Mahali remained seated cross-legged with his eyes closed, completely unconcerned despite the Soul Chasing Nail being inches from him.
Chen Mo frowned. Though he had no idea who this Sorcerer was and had never seen him before, he could tell after meeting him that this fellow held deep resentment toward him.
The Soul Chasing Nail was about to strike between his brows, yet he remained so calm. Either he was prepared and did not care about the attack, or he truly had no idea it was coming and was completely immersed in cultivation.
But to cultivate at a time like this and become utterly absorbed in it, he really had some skill. And with how composed he was, sitting there with his eyes closed, was he simply careless—or unafraid of death?
If he looked down upon him so much, or simply refused to open his eyes and look, then he could die. Chen Mo would see whether he truly had what it took and whether he really did not fear death!
With a draw of his Spiritual Sense, the