"Thank goodness... thank goodness..." Mo Lin muttered to himself.
If it were just an ordinary disaster-level ghost, Mo Lin wouldn't be surprised.
But the ghost before him was clearly not an ordinary disaster-level ghost.
It once possessed Dao Power, and though it no longer did, its strength was still superior to ordinary disaster-level ghosts.
"Crackle... crackle..."
The scene was in a complete mess.
Explosions resounded one after another.
The aftershocks of the collision between the Ghost Qi and the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman rippled in all directions.
This level of battle wasn't a simple exchange of punches or kicks.
It was a pure contest of strength against strength.
It must be said, this blue-black ghost was formidable.
The blue-black ghost remained grounded, raising its palm to make a fist clenching motion towards Mo Lin.
