Wang Chalin gritted his teeth, screaming inwardly.
He could only sense that his opponent's supernatural power was immense.
Worse still, Feng Quan's Grave Soil kept stacking at a frantic pace.
If this dragged on, some unforeseen attack in the chaotic battle could very well kill him!
He dared not gamble, nor did he want to die here!
The instant the supernatural attack struck him, Wang Chalin made his decision.
Get out of this black smoke!
Under his family's protection, he pulled out of the black smoke.
He headed toward the area where red light intertwined with white mist, where Yang Jian and Feng Quan stood.
Within the white mist, Feng Quan's expression was grim.
He had no idea Li Leping was attacking their own people behind them.
The thick black fog mingled with the white mist, severely restricting his vision as well.
He could only vaguely make out a figure pushing against the pressure of his Grave Soil, charging toward him.
And Feng Quan keenly sensed something else.
The supernatural power of that black smoke was soaring, even showing faint signs of slipping out of control.
Even with the Name-Carving Ghost's curse stacking, his white mist was beginning to be driven back by the black smoke.
"Can't take the pressure anymore, so you're coming over to fight me to the death?"
A vicious glint flashed through Feng Quan's ash-gray eyes.
He thought Wang Chalin knew he couldn't outlast him and was preparing to deliver a fatal blow at close range.
"You're asking to die." Feng Quan had no intention of backing down.
With the Gravestone on his back, his fingers abruptly picked up speed as they carved into the stone slab.
Accompanied by a piercing scraping sound, the three characters of Wang Chalin's name were written over and over on