"Clatter." The iron chain immediately fell to the ground. At the other end stood a hanging ghost dressed as a white-clad constable, its gaze coldly fixed on Chen Feng.
It pointed a withered finger at Chen Feng. His mind went hazy, and his body felt as if it were about to float away. But the sensation lasted only a moment before he returned to normal.
Chen Feng came to, drenched in cold sweat. He knew he'd been struck by soul-snatching. If his mental strength hadn't been so strong, that attack would have cost him his life.
The white-clad constable was stunned, too. It was a thousand-year-old ghost, after all. Against a human like Chen Feng, who clearly focused on physical cultivation, its soul-snatching was usually a sure thing. It hadn't expected to miss.
In that brief moment of distraction, Chen Feng appeared behind it and grabbed it by the neck.
A spirit like this was made entirely of energy, so it had no way to resist Chen Feng's Demonic Power. In no time, it had been drained until not even a trace remained.
Chen Feng realized that the monsters in the Chinese Paladin world didn't seem to know any spells like Instantaneous Movement, which shifted someone through space in an instant without making a sound.
Their spells all had clear signs, which was why Chen Feng had managed to catch them off guard again and again.
After learning where the teleportation formation on this level was, Chen Feng didn't hesitate. He hurried toward the next level. The sooner he found the Heaven Ghost Emperor, the better. Otherwise, he might well die beneath the monsters' many spells.
On the way, Chen Feng used Demon Transformation Water to reach the seventh level in no time.
After breaking through a pincer attack by