A figure shot out from within the Ghost Capital, charging straight toward Fan Liya and the others.
"Who goes there?" Jiang Pandong demanded coldly.
Jiang Pandong could sense that this man, who looked like a withered corpse, had a very strange aura and formidable strength.
No matter how he looked at him, this had to be someone from the Ghost Spirit Sect.
Yet he had never known that the Ghost Spirit Sect had such an old relic.
The man charged straight at Jiang Pandong, making his expression darken.
How dare he! Jiang Pandong snorted inwardly.
Was he looking down on me?
Or did he think I was easy prey?
Even if the man belonged to the Ghost Spirit Sect, he would show no mercy.
The charging figure flickered eerily and appeared before Jiang Pandong. His speed and uncanny footwork made it difficult even for Jiang Pandong to react in time.
Jiang Pandong thrust out a palm, and his opponent extended his withered right hand as well.
Their hands met, and Jiang Pandong suddenly cried out, "Impossible!"
Jiang Pandong turned pale. The moment his palm touched his opponent, he discovered that his blood essence had begun surging uncontrollably, showing signs of leaking out.
He jolted his palm with a bang, using the impact to retreat swiftly.
"Big Brother, let me help you!" Jiang Pannan immediately rushed over.
He could sense that this strange old relic was not someone to trifle with. His elder brother might not be a match for him.
"Heavenly Evil Sect!" the man who had emerged murmured.
As he spoke, he looked at the approaching Jiang Pannan, and a sharp gleam flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"Second Brother, fall back!" Jiang Pandong shouted urgently when he saw Jiang Pannan rush over.
Unfortunately, he was too late. Jiang Pannan