Zhou Deng lost his balance and rolled several times across the ground covered in rotten sludge.
Ignoring the stench coating his body, he scrambled up on all fours and desperately put distance between himself and the threat.
Ripples spread through space.
Lin Cheng's hazy figure appeared beside Zhou Deng.
His expression was cold, a deep, dark blue reflected in his eyes.
Lin Cheng did not look at Zhou Deng. His gaze remained fixed on the blurry figure carrying a shoulder pole deep in the fog.
The crashing waves had failed to stop its advance.
Seeing this, Lin Cheng unleashed his paranormal power within the Deep Blue Ghost Domain.
Not one wave, but a full dozen-plus layers of Ghost Tide, each over ten meters high.
Stacked together through the Ghost Fish's reboot.
They became towering walls of deep blue, one after another, slamming relentlessly into the Peddler with terrifying pressure!
Every crashing tide scraped another layer of black sludge off the ground.
Yet amid this terrifying paranormal tide.
The Peddler carrying its shoulder pole merely faltered slightly.
Not even a corner of its coarse linen clothing fluttered. Under crushing pressure that could have killed an ordinary Ghost Handler a hundred times over, it continued forward, one heavy step at a time.
Only its speed had been forcibly reduced.
Watching this, Lin Cheng showed no surprise, only cold scrutiny.
"An ordinary vengeful ghost really can't compare to paranormal power of this magnitude."
"Looks like containing it by force is simply impossible."
Beside him, Zhou Deng panted heavily, having just escaped with his life.
Looking at the receding undertow ahead, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He remembered the incredible relief he had felt when the tide receded earlier, washing away all his exhaustion and the harmful effects of his vengeful ghost's resurgence.
Now