The Flaying Ghost had yet to realize how terrifyingly powerful Lin Luo was, believing he could toy with Lin Luo and the Headless Ghost in the palm of his hand.
Eager to taste fresh flesh and blood as soon as possible, the Flaying Ghost attacked with utter ruthlessness. He swung his mangled ghostly hand and thrust it at Lin Luo's chest, trying to dig out his heart.
But the Flaying Ghost was soon disappointed.
When his mangled ghostly hand touched Lin Luo, it failed to pierce his body as he had hoped. Instead, an absurdly powerful recoil injured him.
The Flaying Ghost could not help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What the hell is going on? I clearly hit him, so why am I the one who got hurt?!"
Shocked and furious, the Flaying Ghost shouted in disbelief.
The Flaying Ghost had spent years in the Mass Grave, and the players he had encountered before had all been incredibly weak.
Even now, he still had not realized the gap between his strength and Lin Luo's.
The Headless Ghost watched from the side, utterly speechless.
This Flaying Ghost was the one with something wrong with his head. It was a miracle he had survived this long.
"You think you can eat me with that little ability? You really don't know your limits."
Lin Luo glanced at the Flaying Ghost and spoke teasingly.
That contemptuous look enraged the Flaying Ghost so much that the flesh on his face shook loose.
How dare this utterly wretched bug treat him with such disrespect!
Consumed by fury, the Flaying Ghost lunged at Lin Luo like a beast that had lost its reason.
But as his two mangled ghostly hands pounded Lin Luo, the recoil injured them instead, knocking off little chunks of flesh.
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