Bigger Again, Stronger Every Time It Died

Just as I was feeling tense, the black mist condensed into shape again.

This time, the black mist was enormous, already around two meters tall.

It was bigger than before, about half a head taller than Zhang Yuchen.

The resentful, sinister energy in the room grew even denser.

In the blink of an eye, three pairs of gleaming white eyes opened within the black mist.

As those eyes appeared, several low growls sounded again:

"Dtai..."

The instant the sound left its mouth, the humanoid shape of black mist shuddered as gusts of sinister wind surged forth with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

With a boom, it blasted apart the black mist covering its body.

A two-meter-tall Tong Ghost with three faces, four limbs, and purple scriptures covering its entire body appeared once more.

But the Tong Ghost that appeared this time looked even more muscular.

The three faces crammed together now had outward-curving boar-like tusks in their mouths, making it look even more vicious and terrifying.

Not only that, but one of its hands now held something else.

A bone club about thirty centimeters long, wreathed in black vapor...

It got stronger every time it died. Not only had it grown bigger, but now it even had a weapon?

As I stared in shock, my master, who had been smiling and watching as though enjoying a show, suddenly changed expression when he saw the Tong Ghost's tusks and the black-mist "weapon" in its hand.

He immediately snuffed out his cigarette and stared at us in astonishment...

Though he said nothing, I caught the severity in his expression from the corner of my eye.

The Tong Ghost's hateful, resentful aura crashed toward me like a tidal wave.

Black vapor spread continuously around us with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Judging from its aura,