Hearing this, Shadow Ghost could not help trembling with fear.
The Horror Game was governed by rules.
Shadow Ghost needed light to exist.
Lin Luo examined his surroundings carefully and discovered rows of streetlights.
Compared with elsewhere, their placement was clearly deliberate.
"Bug, stop spouting nonsense. That's just your imagination."
Shadow Ghost stubbornly refused to admit it.
But in response to his bluster, Lin Luo said nothing. He immediately took out the Hell Torch and smashed it savagely into the streetlights.
The powerful blow instantly destroyed most of the entire row.
Seeing this, Shadow Ghost visibly lost his composure.
This row of streetlights was one of the necessary conditions for his existence.
Without light, Shadow Ghost could no longer maintain his Immortal Body, and might even die from the rules' backlash.
At this thought, Shadow Ghost could no longer stay calm and hurriedly forced an incredibly ugly smile.
"Brother, don't do anything rash. I'll let you go right now. There's no need for things to get so ugly between us."
Although Shadow Ghost had backed down, Lin Luo had no intention of stopping there and continued gathering Ghost Power.
The Hell Torch in his hand flickered with an eerie glow.
This made Shadow Ghost's expression even uglier.
It was obvious.
Lin Luo had no intention of letting a dangerous enemy escape.
Now he was in trouble.
To avoid being killed by Lin Luo, Shadow Ghost lunged at him like a madman, trying to tear him to pieces.
But with the defensive boosts from the Cursed Armor and the Silver Ring, Lin Luo was like the Immovable Wisdom King. Even after using Ignite Ghost Blood, Shadow Ghost still could not inflict a fatal injury on him.
Yet Lin Luo did not choose to fight Shadow Ghost to the bitter end. Instead,