A glint of green light flashed by, and the hideous Ferocious Ghosts began to weaken, as if these lights were plundering their vitality. Soon, the Ferocious Ghosts dissipated into nothingness as if they had never appeared in the cave.
And those vines seemed to have completed their mission, gradually withering away after the disappearance of the Ferocious Ghosts.
"Old Man Huang, you're getting more proficient with your spells," the Crow remarked with a sense of awe.
Old Man Huang gently shook his head and said, "What's the use of being proficient when, at my realm, I have to flee from even slightly powerful demons?"
For creatures like them, small Little Demons, attaching themselves to the strong, seeking good fortune and avoiding calamity had become an instinct ingrained in their bones. Yet deep in his heart lurked an ambition that was difficult to express; otherwise, why would he ever lay a hand on Chenxiang?
