The Resentful Ghost tried to pull back his wolf-toothed club, but Su Wuming locked it firmly in place with one hand. No matter how hard he exerted himself, it was useless.
"My turn now?"
Su Wuming's tone was cold. His fingers curled into a claw, his jet-black fingers gripping the Resentful Ghost's face like iron talons. Then his five fingers tightened. The mask immediately warped, his fingertips digging into flesh as the sound of facial bones cracking rang out.
Even so, the Resentful Ghost did not cry out. But he used every ounce of strength he had to try to pry Su Wuming's hand away.
At that moment, he was utterly horrified. The instant Su Wuming grabbed him, his innate ability to conceal his body had stopped working, sealed away by some kind of force. That was what truly terrified him.
"Let me see whether there really are monsters and demons beneath this mask."
As he spoke, Su Wuming violently yanked his arm back, tearing the mask straight off.
To his surprise, the mask had grown into the other party's flesh. That pull had ripped off the skin of his face along with it.
What appeared before him was a vicious, horrifying skeletal face, with scraps of flesh still hanging from it.
At that moment, the Resentful Ghost seized the opportunity. Enduring the pain, his body suddenly turned to mist, and he transformed into a puddle of blood that flowed down the lighthouse wall. Wherever it passed, the wall suffered severe corrosion.
This was his demon ability. Strictly speaking, the Resentful Ghost who had ambushed them was not a true Demon Type Spirit Martial Practitioner.
He had merely consumed a potion created by the Hell Guild midway through his cultivation, causing his ability to undergo a malignant mutation. At most,