A Few Drinks, and He Couldn't Hold Back

"Another fool with a death wish."

"Then let's get straight to it."

There was no more talk.

The moment the soul link brought news of the older brother's death, the battle began.

Thud!

Meng Chengcheng and A Fei dropped to their knees. The monster before them radiated such overwhelming pressure that they could not even stand.

It was a fear that rose from their souls. They could not resist it, and despair washed over them.

After all, even a one-star gap meant a vast difference in strength.

Back when A Fei was two stars, fighting those two useless blade-wielders had barely counted as a warm-up.

A three-star Water Ghost could kill one-star Lesser Ghosts with a flick of the wrist, one after another, as easily as pressing a button.

Now the gap was more than eighty stars.

Worse still—

Star ratings did more than boost skill damage.

Take Senior. She could stack her abilities until her speed and attack were absurd, but at least her health stayed the same. She was still fragile.

The Lesser Ghost King, on the other hand, crushed them across the board: speed, physical defense, magic defense, health, and attack!

Only Black Hand remained fearless. Bracing against the pressure, he raised a finger. "Take Flight!"

That was the spirit! He hadn't disgraced himself!

Chen Feng was impressed by Black Hand's courage. As expected of a ghost who had reached five stars on his own merits. When it came to resolve, he was leagues ahead of inflated five-stars like Meng Chengcheng and A Fei.

Then again...

Chen Feng looked at the Lesser Ghost King's health bar on the Ghost-Catching System and sighed. "It didn't even budge, Black Hand. I think your attack healed him."

It would have been rude not to return the favor.

The Lesser Ghost