"This..."
Gu Chenfeng had first taken liberties with Xu Yiyi, then suddenly struck and snapped her neck.
The sudden scene drew startled cries from everyone present. They almost thought Gu Chenfeng had gone mad and fallen to evil.
But none of them were ordinary people, and a moment later, they noticed something amiss.
Xu Yiyi's neck had been snapped, her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to have died a terrible death, yet her aura had not changed in the slightest.
On her exquisite face, cast in an eerie blue by the torches, the corners of her lips actually curled into a strange smile.
"Hehe..."
She let out a chilling laugh that made their hair stand on end, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Gu Chenfeng.
"How did you discover me?"
Gu Chenfeng stared coldly at her.
"Your body temperature is too low, and your shadow is too faint. You're a ghost, not a human."
As his words fell, Gu Chenfeng exerted force through his palm.
Bang!
Her neck burst in his grip. No blood splattered; only a mass of icy black mist gushed toward Gu Chenfeng's face.
Gu Chenfeng snorted coldly. The surging, seething supreme yang blood qi within him poured forth, engulfing the black mist instead.
"Ah...!"
A shrill, agonized howl rang out.
Hiss! Hiss!
The black mist turned into white smoke and vanished in an instant.
Xu Yiyi's figure disappeared. She had actually been a ghost formed from yin qi.
"How could this happen? How did Yiyi turn into a ghost?"
At the rear of the group, Ling Wanshuang looked stunned.
After all, Xu Yiyi had been right in front of her the entire time and had never left her sight.
Yet she had now disappeared without anyone noticing and been replaced by a Ghost Creature. Ling