Caught off guard, the Ninja Team General suffered a covert loss, completely igniting his killing intent. To be made a fool of by a junior was utterly humiliating for him.
"You're quite impressive, but this is where it ends. I will take good care of the puppet made from your body, for this is your destiny."
As his voice faded, the mist around the Ninja Team General thickened until his figure was completely obscured.
The Ghost Fog started corroding the barrier Yang Xiao's Ghost Lantern had erected at a visible pace. In just a few blinks of the eye, the protective light circle was riddled with holes—a pure crush at the level of spiritual power.
Realizing the old guy intended to bully with might, truly getting serious, Yang Xiao understood that in his current state, he was not an opponent, especially while carrying the burden of Wang Yue Qianxun. Reluctantly, he pulled out a blood-red pill from his chest.
