Looking at the noose ghost just a step away, Li Huowang almost instinctively reached for his sword. But just as he was about to muster his strength, he forced himself to stop. He realized this thing hadn't looked at him—it was a dead thing! It wasn't Rope Son!
Li Huowang's gaze shifted slightly upward, toward a very vague mass overhead that was only an indistinct outline.
Thinking back to the tremors from earlier, this noose ghost must be only a part of it! Maybe just one of its fingers! That big thing in the darkness is the real Rope Son!
Since it hadn't attacked them immediately, it was clear the Daoist's spell had worked. Realizing this, Li Huowang held his breath and scrutinized the female corpse in front of him again.
