The Human Bone Staff was ineffective; Yang Xiao turned and ran, yelling to Lu Wencheng at the sa ti, "Go find that guy! He’s nearby!"
To control this ghost, the Angel Envoy must be close. All Yang Xiao could do now was to try to buy ti for Lu Wencheng to locate him.
Being targeted by this ghost felt like being pulled into a special space; only he could see the ghost, and likewise, the ghost only ca for him.
"Sin is in our nature, the Buddha Mother rciful, severing the roots of evil, to atone for the sin..."
"Sin is in our nature, the Buddha Mother rciful, severing the roots of evil, to atone for the sin..."
Though the Lingchi Ghost seed to move slowly, its speed was actually extrely fast. Yang Xiao ran ahead, trying to loop around the area, but the sound of the chains behind him was like the reaper’s call, getting closer and closer. The stench of blood grew more pungent; a third of the flesh on the Lingchi Ghost had fallen off, revealing the horrifying white bones underneath.
Stubborn, Yang Xiao held his breath and focused again, striking the Lingchi Ghost hard with the Human Bone Staff, but it was useless; this thing was wicked beyond belief.
"Immune to spiritual damage?" Yang Xiao panicked. His usually infallible Human Bone Staff posed no threat to this thing.
Now the Lingchi Ghost was very close, less than 2 ters away. It could nearly reach him with an outstretched hand. He could wait no longer. Since it wasn’t affected by spiritual damage, Yang Xiao drew out a kitchen knife with his other hand and put all his strength into a swing at the Lingchi Ghost.
The kitchen knife sliced through flesh and hit the white bones. The Lingchi Ghost showed no signs of injury but simply raised its hand in an ordinary motion. The knife seed to be stuck in the bone crevices. Yang Xiao failed to pull it out in ti. That split second’s delay cost him. The mostly fleshless bony hand reached for Yang Xiao’s abdon, shredding his clothes instantly, and causing a pain like being sliced with knives. After Yang Xiao desperately fled, he found his clothes soaked with blood, and now the Lingchi Ghost held a mask—it was Prisoner number 3.
This mask had been hidden on Yang Xiao, precisely over his abdon. Enduring the intense pain, Yang Xiao realized sothing critical: the ghost had aid for the mask with its attack; otherwise, if it had gone for his head, he would have been dead.
Even with the Drama Robe absorbing so damage, Yang Xiao was seriously injured in the attack. He tore open the robe to see his stomach streaming with blood, a large chunk of flesh torn away, revealing the quivering intestines underneath.
The next second, Yang Xiao saw the Lingchi Ghost affix the torn flesh onto its own chest, covering the exposed bones, and the stolen mask stretched towards the back of its head, disappearing into thin air. The Lingchi Ghost had no head, but apparently, there was a strange space behind where its head should be.
The ghost had not taken his face mask, only the Prisoner number 3 mask. This was strange. Yang Xiao could only think of one reason: the Prisoner number 3 mask was of great importance to the Angel Envoy controlling the ghost. The Angel Envoy was Prisoner number 3. The mask... was his!
He had abandoned the mask earlier because he knew the trio from the Patrol Defense Office was formidable. He staged his death with a corpse. Now that the threat was lifted, he dared to co out and kill. This guy had played his cards well!
By then, Lu Wencheng had made a wide loop and finally ca running back, near the brink of collapse, and yelled at Yang Xiao, "There’s no one, no one around here!"
The Angel Envoy was definitely nearby, and Yang Xiao had already guessed his location: right behind this Lingchi Ghost!
As the Lingchi Ghost drew close again, Yang Xiao violently pulled out the Ghost Lantern and shone it; sure enough, a figure erged behind the Lingchi Ghost. The silhouette was back to back with the Lingchi Ghost, as if stitched together with needle and thread. The figure was extrely thin, Bald Head, dressed in a filthy black robe, his neck draped with a string of large Buddha Beads. From the edge of his cheek, one could see he was wearing a mask.
Physical and spiritual attacks were ineffective against the Lingchi Ghost, so Yang Xiao decisively turned to attack the black-robed Monk. But no matter how Yang Xiao adjusted his angle, the Lingchi Ghost blocked every attack with its body. Yang Xiao also noticed that his Human Bone Staff was not completely useless; its effect was minuscule, rely shaking off a few pieces of the ghost’s flesh.
The ghost’s actions were greatly draining the spiritual power of the black-robed Monk. However, at this ti, Yang Xiao was down to a third of his strength, having lost an arm, suffering severe injuries, and his spiritual power extensively depleted in the previous battle. Moreover, this black-robed Monk, disciple of the Black Buddha Mother, was no ordinary opponent. His spiritual power far exceeded Yang Xiao’s zenith and was even stronger than the City God Master and Venerable Jile, almost reaching the Peak of Fierce Level. This was not soone he could contend with.
If he wanted to survive, he had to pull Lu Wencheng to help. One on one, he would eventually die at the hands of this monk. But his spiritual power was now insufficient to break the Lingchi Ghost’s disguise, unable to reveal the ghost to Lu Wencheng, so he could locate the black-robed Monk behind it.
He was still too weak, full of treasures but lacking the spiritual power to harness them. These artifacts in his hands could only unleash a fraction of their potential.
The Lingchi Ghost caught up again, reaching out for his chest. Rather than dying in pursuit, it was better to use his remaining strength to take a gamble. He ran through the plan in his mind, and with gritted teeth, Yang Xiao faced the Lingchi Ghost head-on.
His left arm held the Ghost Lantern with its weak fla, only bright enough to illuminate a small area in front of Yang Xiao, but that was enough. He used his severed left arm to block the Lingchi Ghost’s bony hand. In that mont, flesh sprayed everywhere; where the Lingchi Ghost grabbed was like being flayed, chunks of flesh torn away, quickly used by the Lingchi Ghost to nd its own body, while Yang Xiao swiftly slashed with his right arm, swinging past the Lingchi Ghost’s body, chopping at its back.
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