My small world could actually absorb this kind of ghostly energy?
The doubts in Qin Shaofeng's heart grew ever more numerous.
Yet no matter how he guessed, as long as he could not truly come into contact with the source of that absorption, there was simply no way to determine the reason.
As they charged and fought without pause, Qin Shaofeng noticed that the Western War God was looking his way more and more often.
The strange look in her eyes seemed to be telling Qin Shaofeng: I have already seen through all your little schemes. Shouldn't you come clean with me?
That look made Qin Shaofeng's scalp prickle.
Just what had she seen through?
Qin Shaofeng could not figure it out, and the Western War God clearly had no intention of explaining. Thus, along the way, Qin Shaofeng gained another troublesome task: watching to see what exactly the Western War God intended to do.
The facts proved that he had indeed been overthinking things.
From beginning to end, the Western War God merely kept glancing his way, without making any further moves.
Yet the dangers they encountered along the way grew increasingly numerous.
In particular, there were more and more ghosts with Star Realm cultivation, making Qin Shaofeng unable to resist wondering what level of existence they would encounter once they reached that nest.
And this was only the second change. Ghosts of such a level had already appeared, and in such great numbers.
What, then, would the true final stage be like?
What kind of foundation did Pinghuan City possess that it dared claim that, during every Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, the Western Camp needed to pay a price of no more than a hundred people to hold it off?
Or were the peak existences appearing in the