With two high-tier ghost artifacts in Lin Luo's hands, the Black-Hearted Ghost undoubtedly had no advantage.
Moreover, these two ghost artifacts were among the components needed to assemble the Hell Torch.
They were just like Baal's Ghost Eyes, which the Black-Hearted Ghost was nurturing.
At this thought, the Black-Hearted Ghost no longer dared underestimate Lin Luo. Regardless of the toll on himself, he released corpse-transforming qi in massive quantities.
Doing so would leave the Black-Hearted Ghost weakened.
But to him, it would all be worth it if he could weather Lin Luo into ashes.
Lin Luo also understood how troublesome this thick corpse-transforming qi was. He immediately mobilized all his ghost power and channeled it into the Blood Rope and Murphy's head.
In just the blink of an eye.
The two high-tier ghost artifacts surged with an incredibly dazzling red glow.
Although they had yet to be fully assembled into the Hell Torch, their combined power was still absurdly strong.
The dazzling red glow formed a Crescent Moon Scimitar, piercing through the corpse-transforming qi along an inconceivable arc and cleaving into the Black-Hearted Ghost's body in a single strike.
Even a Drought Kui with skin like bronze and bones like iron could hardly withstand such a powerful blow.
The Black-Hearted Ghost immediately coughed up mouthfuls of blood, and a horrifying wound spread across his waist.
Yet even so, the Black-Hearted Ghost showed no sign of falling.
Instead, he stubbornly stood up.
"You pest, you're really troublesome. You can even unleash a combination skill. Good thing you didn't get your hands on Baal's Ghost Eyes. Otherwise, no matter how weak your ghost power was, the Hell Torch would still have enough power to blast me to pieces."
The Black-Hearted Ghost gave a relieved smile.
Although Lin Luo had severely wounded him,