That presence... cannot be described in words, cannot even be spoken or heard.
It was a throbbing that originated from the depths of the soul. It had transcended a certain level and entered another level, an unimaginable realm, perhaps the realm of God.
One move was slow, each step was slow, and he lost the initiative. Being in the passive situation at this moment, the hair-eating ghost was extremely uncomfortable. He occasionally found a chance to counterattack, but he was suppressed by those damn humans who fought for their lives and were not afraid of death.
Go down.
Spiritual energy is gathering in the field, demonic energy is raging, one person and one demon are like old enemies, the battle of life and death has entered a fierce stage, and the winner is about to be decided.
Jiu Yi suddenly stopped, stopped his offensive, concentrated his energy, gestured one after another, and afterimages flashed in the air, brewing something.
That magic again?
The hair-eating ghost recognized it and felt awe-struck in his heart. This was the move that hurt him. He wanted to ask, if this kind of spell-level spell is used many times, aren't you afraid of backlash?
Of course Jiu Yi knew the consequences, but the anger in his heart had already made him lose his mind. He just wanted to fight desperately and vent!
The hair-eating ghost also had a heart and made a firm determination. Even if it damages the demon body and loses part of the strength, it will not make you feel better. He raised his right hand high, purple light bloomed. Gradually, Zi Yingying's right hand became dark, like
Because of the absorption of light, the originally dark surroundings actually became a bit darker.