This attack finally piqued Old Ghost's interest in fighting through Shakyamuni's possessed body.
"Not bad. You finally have something worthy of—"
Old Ghost had barely gotten halfway through his sentence when his pupils abruptly dilated.
The blade of Hei Hou's greatsword had been dozens of meters away just a moment ago. How had it suddenly arrived above his forehead?
The Divine Skill Light and Shadow Intertwined caught Old Ghost off guard, forcing him to gather Divine Power at the top of his head to defend against Hei Hou's greatsword.
Although Hei Hou's strength was somewhat inferior to Old Ghost's, it was still difficult for Old Ghost to block Hei Hou's attack with that nearly ruined body.
Clang!
The black, mist-like giant blade collided with Old Ghost's head, producing a deafeningly crisp ring.
Relying on stronger and purer Divine Power, Old Ghost used his nearly invincible defense power to shatter the black giant blade and send Hei Hou flying hundreds of meters away.
Watching Hei Hou fly off like a ball, Old Ghost's face revealed a look of contempt.
"Heh, truly weak. With that little strength, you think you can fight me?"
The moment his contemptuous words left his mouth, Old Ghost heard a strange cracking sound coming from his skull.
His expression instantly changed.
Shakyamuni's body had been tempered in the Nine Nether Styx River for so many years, yet it had become this fragile? An attack he considered so feeble had actually smashed his skull apart.
Old Ghost was furious!
Shakyamuni's remaining body was somewhat crude, but Old Ghost still needed to rely on it to survive the coming hundred years.
It had just fallen into his hands, and it was already battle-damaged. Who wouldn't be angry?
"You're courting death!"
Just as Old Ghost's anger flared, a force that