"Crack... crackle..."
The next second, a bone-chilling sound of bones shattering resounded, and Yang Xiao abruptly widened his eyes. The ghost in front of him shook, its upper body gradually twisting backward.
This ghost... was turning its head!!
"Try to control your power to stop its movement," Lu Youdao's hoarse voice came again, "Remember, you must gauge your strength properly, or it will twist around from another direction."
Yang Xiao got the subtext in Lu Youdao's words; it didn't matter if the ghost turned from the left or the right, the outcome would be the same. In other words, if he saw its face, he would die.
Seeing its face meant certain death; is this a bandit or a ghost... Yang Xiao cursed inwardly, not daring to relax even a fraction mentally.
The situation had become more complicated now. He had to not only stop the ghost from coming closer but also divert strength to keep it from turning around—a dual task that was an immense test of both power and skill.
