Cleanup (2)

This vicious ghost looked incomparably ferocious and moved as swift as lightning, but in Li Yan's eyes, its movements were as slow as a turtle crawling.

Li Yan seemed utterly unaware of the ghost's attack and continued walking forward. In an instant, that afterimage had already pounced onto him.

The ghost's long tongue shot from its mouth like a red-hot branding iron, stabbing straight toward Li Yan's forehead. Li Yan's body seemed to blur for an instant.

Then his figure reappeared where it had been. The ghost swept past Li Yan with its scarlet tongue hanging out, yet it had not touched anything at all.

Although this vicious ghost had yet to develop intelligence, it still knew whether or not it had struck its target.

Its long tongue snapped taut like a straight rod. Its bloodthirsty instincts made its previously vacant gaze abruptly turn excited, but this was immediately followed by utter confusion.

By then, Li Yan had appeared behind it. He was still facing away from it and walking onward at an unhurried pace.

Only after he had taken several steps did a thud sound out behind him, followed by a mass of colorful things smashing onto the ground.

Li Yan extended a finger behind him, and a long rope formed from spiritual power dragged that mass along as he continued forward.

Li Yan had not killed this vicious ghost. Its strength was only around the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm, even lower than Li Yan's apparent cultivation.

According to the Feng family, Zhang Ming naturally had the ability to seal it, so it would be enough to seal it later.

This vicious ghost had truly met with ill fortune, encountering Li Yan from the very beginning. It could only stare wide-eyed and blankly watch the ground