"Hahahaha... Duanmu Liangsheng, I truly admire you to the utmost! You really are indulging in wild fantasies!!" the Ghostly Judge mocked. "Though I am a ghostly being, I am not something a Confucian cultivator like you can take in... Oh no, this... this..."
The Ghostly Judge was naturally unlike those wandering souls without masters. The moment he struggled, it became difficult for Xiao Hua's divine sense to draw him into the Yin aspect of space, much less when this Ghostly Judge's strength far surpassed Xiao Hua's. Yet, to the surprise of both the Ghostly Judge and Xiao Hua, when Xiao Hua's divine sense swept over him, the Ghostly Judge's entire mass of mist initially remained utterly motionless, steady as a rock. But as Xiao Hua urged his divine sense onward, it actually began slowly moving toward him. Though the mist struggled with all its might, it was as though a thread were pulling it, and it moved faster and faster.
"No, no!" Xiao Hua suddenly realized that the mist was not moving because his divine sense was drawing it in. Instead, it felt as though the mist were actively charging toward his space! In that instant, Xiao Hua's heart jolted. Could this... could this still be the Ghostly Judge's scheme?
Thinking of this, how could Xiao Hua dare continue collecting the mist? He hastily retreated, preparing to evade it. But just as the saying went, quicker said than done—the Ghostly Judge abruptly accelerated, not allowing Xiao Hua's divine sense to withdraw, and shot into Xiao Hua's space like lightning!
"Ah..." Xiao Hua was greatly alarmed. His physical body had already been covered in wounds, and now his heart turned colder than ice!
"Ah..." The Ghostly Judge likewise let out a heart-rending scream, looking even more despairing than Xiao Hua!
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