"Ants! Ants!"
The Royal Ghost Corpse's cries rang out through the dust and smoke.
Hearing his shouts,
even Qin Shaofeng felt as though the wind had left him in disarray.
The cries seemed to be filled with resentment over being injured by him.
Yet beneath them lurked a trace of pain, as though a human had been wounded by an ant.
If they had been facing a human, there would have been nothing amiss about it.
But they were facing a Ghost Corpse!
Even if it was a Royal Ghost Corpse, it should not have let out such emotionally charged cries, should it?
Li Naling and the others also knew quite a bit about Ghost Corpses.
Every one of them stared fixedly at the dust-shrouded area, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.
The Royal Ghost Corpse had actually made such a sound?
Amid their astonishment and doubt,
the dust slowly dispersed.
The truth that had been concealed beneath the dust for so long finally appeared before everyone's eyes.
They saw that the Royal Ghost Corpse, which had been high-spirited just moments ago,
had a massive gash blasted open in its neck. The portion still connecting its head to its body seemed to be only around one-third.
The Ghost Corpse's peculiar constitution made such an injury look no more horrifying or bloody than a stone that had been blasted into countless fragments.
Just as a Ghost Corpse ought to look.
No blood flowed.
Such a terrifying injury had not caused it even the slightest weakness one would expect after suffering a grievous blow.
Yet under precisely such circumstances,
an extremely obvious expression still appeared on the Royal Ghost Corpse's face.
It was a blend of resentment and pain.
"Only one-third left?"
Qin Shaofeng looked at the Royal Ghost Corpse not