"Bug, don't get cocky with me. I'll soon make you pay for angering me!"
Enraged by Lin Luo's words, the Farmer swung his bloodstained hoe, wreathed in ghostfire, and brought it cleaving down at Lin Luo.
After absorbing the Wretched Ghost, the Farmer had indeed grown much stronger.
If that blow landed, it would probably leave its target half-crippled, if not dead.
But faced with the surprise attack the Farmer was so proud of, Lin Luo opened his palm and released an eerie hellfire.
This hellfire was like maggots clinging to the bone.
In just the blink of an eye.
It had wrapped itself around the bloodstained hoe.
The Farmer's savage expression instantly gave way to unconcealable fear.
Hellfire could burn through all matter.
Even someone as powerful as a Ghost King would probably have to avoid its edge.
No matter how formidable the Farmer was, he did not dare underestimate the burning power of hellfire.
"A Burned-to-Death Ghost who's afraid of fire. Now that's interesting."
Lin Luo gave a teasing smile. His words provoked the Burned-to-Death Ghost, who was gradually losing his reason, and his eyes turned utterly crazed.
"You lowly bug! I'll make you pay for looking down on me!"
Consumed by rage and hatred, the Farmer threw caution to the wind and swung his hoe down at Lin Luo.
Even Lin Luo did not dare take those broad, sweeping attacks lightly. Using Ghost Shadow Trace, he nimbly dodged aside.
Yet Lin Luo's expression grew increasingly strange.
From what he knew, the Farmer was extremely cunning. Under normal circumstances, he would never act with such a loss of control.
It seemed the eerie haze released by the Man-Faced Tree was far more troublesome than he had imagined.
"Bug, simply dodging won't work against me."
The Farmer believed he