A fiery red figure shot out like a sharp arrow, swiftly darting forward.
Its speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, it moved from dozens of meters away, closing in on Bai Ziyue. Before one main soul could react, its sharp claw slightly opened, tearing it directly into two halves.
Once reformed, the main soul appeared weak and ready to scatter at any moment.
Bai Ziyue glanced up, his heart filled with anxiety.
This fierce ghost, dressed in a red robe, adorned flamboyantly yet unmistakably male, with arms thick and muscular, had ghost claws so sharp they could cleave vajra. Its formidable figure stood taller than two men, and its mere presence could cause a trembling of the heart spirit in some main souls, preventing them from approaching.
