Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 44: I Gave You a Chance... But You’re Ineffective!_1
At that moment, his words, possibly tinged with a teasing tone, seemed to have enraged the Stitched Fierce Ghost.
The ghost’s two halves of its face, remarkably in sync, simultaneously expressed anger!
Fan Wu’s verbal provocation, along with the disrespect shown toward The Great Revered One...
...made the Stitched Fierce Ghost wish it could devour Fan Wu alive!
Ignoring the injuries in its Soul Body, it moved on all fours like a wild beast, charging towards Fan Wu.
Its charging speed was so fast that bystanders simply couldn’t react in time.
At least, Xie Jiu felt that with his vision, he couldn’t make out the ghost’s movements at all.
He could only barely see a blur flash by.
Wherever the blur went, Yin Energy churned like fog, sending shivers down one’s spine!
It made his heart pound!
The furious Stitched Fierce Ghost did not rush at Xie Jiu or Shen Ji Yue but targeted only Fan Wu!
It wanted to devour both Fan Wu’s body and soul.
From the back of its head, a mass of black hair grew rapidly.
It swept toward Fan Wu’s position, entangling him!
The Stitched Fierce Ghost itself, with its ferocious and frightening features, brandished its claws.
Waving its one remaining clawed arm and the other one whose claws had been shattered...
It pounced on Fan Wu!
Its reckless actions seemed to want to exchange blow for blow with Fan Wu, wearing him down to death.
If this were a "numbers game," with Fan Wu’s Life attribute of 89+, he might have really been in trouble.
After all, even after several serious injuries, the Stitched Fierce Ghost’s Life attribute was much higher than Fan Wu’s.
Unfortunately...
The world of the supernatural was not a gaming world.
Having a higher Life attribute than Fan Wu...
Did not necessarily mean it could grind Fan Wu down to death!
The thousands of black hairs from the back of the Stitched Fierce Ghost’s head had already swiftly entangled Fan Wu’s feet, wrapping his ankles tight like zongzi, as if fearing Fan Wu might move.
The ghost’s yin-yang face showed a visible startle.
Its hair attack from the back of its head was actually a feint, but it hadn’t expected the feint to succeed.
The brazen Taoist who had dared to desecrate The Great Revered One and belittle it...
He remained motionless?
Moreover, the Taoist wasn’t using the sword in his hand, the one that even made the ghost feel trepidation, to sever the black hair entangling his feet.
What was he doing?
What did he intend to do?
In the blink of an eye, the Stitched Fierce Ghost was assailed by such questions.
But its body was already within inches of Fan Wu.
It had no time to ponder too much.
It grabbed Fan Wu’s empty left hand violently with its shattered clawed arm, and with its other clawed arm, it seized control of Fan Wu’s right hand that held the Demon-slaying Sword.
The Stitched Fierce Ghost knew this sword was formidable, so its initial action was to prevent Fan Wu from using it!
Its huge head was now less than two steps away from Fan Wu’s head!
A tiny split appeared at the center of its weird yin-yang face’s forehead, which, in a brief moment, widened to the size of a soccer ball.
The split took up one-third of the ghost’s face.
Inside the split at the forehead was utter darkness, as if no light could illuminate its depths. A chilling silence emanated from the pitch-black opening.
It stared fixedly at Fan Wu.
The pitch-black split at the center of its forehead was aimed directly at Fan Wu’s head, and a sinister black fog filled with ominous and deadly energy... spewed forth!
It surged towards Fan Wu!
The billowing, exceedingly ominous black fog seemed capable of corroding all living beings.
The air seemed to emit a sizzling sound.
The air was being eroded by the ominous black fog!
"I told you, I would let you have both hands," Fan Wu, facing imminent danger, remained perfectly calm.
In this tense moment that had everyone holding their breath, he still wore a hint of a "kind" smile.
Gazing at the approaching ominous black fog.
He didn’t dodge or avoid.
Instead, he took a deep breath!
The ominous black fog that the Stitched Fierce Ghost had ejected from the split in its forehead was actively sucked into his body by Fan Wu!
The bizarre scene that unfolded...
Left not only Shen Ji Yue and Xie Jiu in the distance dumbfounded.
But also stunned the Stitched Fierce Ghost!
Humans.
Ghosts.
Everyone was bewildered!
Fan Wu sucked in the ominous black mist voraciously, like a gluttonous taotie. His lung capacity seemed bottomless at such a time, and not a wisp of the ominous black mist could escape his inhalation.
After just a few breaths had passed, the Soul Body of the Stitched Fierce Ghost became hazy and insubstantial.
Clearly, the toll taken on it by this move was tremendous.
The pitch-black split at the center of its forehead was slowly closing,
Because if it didn’t close soon, the whole ghost feared it would be consumed to death!
However, what was unbelievable to it was this.
The foul Taoist before it seemed to feel absolutely nothing at all!
This scoundrel was inhaling its black mist.
And yet...
Nothing happened to him at all?! How is that possible!!
Its hollow eyes widened in shock. The exceedingly dangerous ominous black mist could corrode even the toughest steel! It could even erode the souls of Cultivators!
A human’s skin having strong defenses... the Stitched Fierce Ghost could barely accept that.
But the internal organs should be fragile, right? Surely, they couldn’t be as firm as skin, could they?
But...
This bizarre foul Taoist, after inhaling the black mist, should have had his internal organs eroded.
How is there nothing wrong with him?
Is he...
Really human?
At this moment, it was not only the people from The Great Revered One who doubted whether Fan Wu was human. Even the Stitched Fierce Ghost was questioning whether Fan Wu was really a human being or not?
Nobody answered the doubt that had arisen in it.
What could be seen was this.
After Fan Wu closed his mouth, he opened it again, and the rolling ominous black mist, like arrows loosed from their strings, was actually sprayed out by him!
His exhalation shot out like arrows!
Nothing could be more apt!
Moreover, within the ominous black mist, there was a force of robust and majestic Yang Energy. The Stitched Fierce Ghost, caught off guard, was struck squarely by the outburst.
The unbearable sensation of burning and erosion twisted the ghostly face of the Stitched Fierce Ghost in an instant!
"Hisssssss!!!!!!"
It screamed in unfathomable pain, a shriek that could shatter earthen jars—its tragic wail was truly heart-wrenching, moving listeners to tears and almost arousing pity.
Due to the extreme pain, expressions flashed across its face countless times in just an instant.
The "skin" on the face of the Stitched Fierce Ghost appeared as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid.
The "skin" gradually melted away, revealing the dark, slippery "bones" underneath!
The black hair that had been entangling Fan Wu’s legs quickly retracted backward. The two Ghost Hands that had grabbed Fan Wu’s arms also hurriedly released him.
It just couldn’t bear such agony.
Its only desire was to put distance between itself and Fan Wu.
However, the moment it released its grip, Fan Wu caught one of its hands in his own.
His terrifying grip strength caused the thick wrist of the Stitched Fierce Ghost to crack open inch by inch!
The ghost shivered violently!
Enduring the ultimate pain!
"Huff..." A long breath was exhaled, and Fan Wu’s face bore no sign of discomfort. He still wore that remarkably benign smile, looking straight at the Stitched Fierce Ghost before him.
"Gave you a chance... you’re just worthless!" With one swift kick that seemed to reach the sky, he slammed into the ghost’s chin.
The Stitched Fierce Ghost was kicked three inches off the ground, its body uncontrollably falling backward.
It then crash-landed heavily on the ground!
Fan Wu retracted his foot and the Demon-slaying Sword in his hand was thrust forward, unhurriedly.
Its tip pointed directly at the ghost’s throat!
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