Slaying the Rakshasa Ghost

Black smoke billowed, and a reeking wind struck the nose.

The Rakshasa ghost was blown apart into a mass of pitch-black smoke, drifting on the wind in midair like a black curtain spreading across the sky.

Riding the lingering force of the fiery tornado, the black smoke spread in all directions, then suddenly gathered like a great whale drawing in water, dropping over Shen Hui's head and enveloping him completely.

Shen Hui's vision went dark, as though heaven and earth had shut their eyes in that instant.

He looked down at his hands and could not see them. He looked up at the sky and could not see it. No matter which way he looked, there was only boundless darkness.

In his daze, it felt as though he had been cast into the Avici Hell.

This Rakshasa ghost truly possessed some formidable divine powers.

The area shrouded by the black smoke seemed to form a world of its own. No matter which direction Shen Hui flew, he could not touch so much as an edge.

It was somewhat similar to his Universe in the Sleeve, yet far more sinister and cramped.

After a brief thought, Shen Hui directly took the peach talisman from his gourd and casually tossed it out.

The peach talisman spun several times in the air, and the spreading black smoke abruptly receded like a falling tide.

Deprived of the illusion's support, the surrounding space immediately pressed in from all sides.

Only then did he realize that he had actually been swallowed into the other's stomach.

Hot, wet, sticky stomach walls clung tightly around his body, bringing a searing pain across his skin.

But that was no matter. He had been worrying about not being able to hit it.

He formed a lightning incantation with his fingers,