The blood-red Unspeakable abandoned the body caught by the shrine, trying to turn into blood mist and escape. But the Dream Ghost's flesh and blood covered the entire area. There was nowhere to run.
This was the first time the old man had encountered a Dream Ghost like the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal. His opponent possessed astonishing vitality and outrageous regenerative powers. No matter how severe his injuries, he could recover, and his body was no weaker than a corpse that had soaked in the Blood Sea for countless years.
"How could this possibly be a Dream Ghost?"
He had not even used the dreams he excelled at, suppressing the old man through the strength of his flesh and blood alone. It was sheer humiliation, as though he were toying with him.
Above the ruins, Gao Ming watched in silence. The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal was the heart of one of the rulers of Rotting Blood City. He had absorbed Hanhai Blood City's divine patterns and devoured five shrines belonging to the Unknowable. His strength was only natural, but to Gao Ming, it still was not enough.
Of all the terrifying beings Gao Ming had seen, a rampaging Calamity God served as his benchmark. He had mentally simulated a fight to the death against the Nether Fetus, Wen Qing, many times, but there was only ever one outcome—mutual destruction.
"Hanhai is still too weak."
His voice reached the Unspeakable's ears, and the blood mist grew denser.
"Don't hold back. Devour him!"
From the very beginning, Gao Ming had never intended to let these three ghosts leave, nor had he planned to conceal his whereabouts. He wanted to draw more forces to Xinhu.
This would ease the pressure on Hanhai and buy Gao Yun time to consolidate the Blood City, while also giving Gao Ming