Cat Lord

Wuchang Haochuan was shocked. The two human Monks before him didn't have high cultivations, but their speed was twice as fast as him.

He wasn't very slow though and he was close behind them. Shaking his arm, a black chain flew out of his sleeve. It passed through the dozens of miles and hit the center of Zhang Ruochen's back.

Chillingly cold ghost inscriptions emerged on the metal chain. It froze the air into rings of ice that extended to Zhang Ruochen's back.

Clenching his jaw, Zhang Ruochen used the Spatial Move and dodged it with Han Xue.

Kaboom!

The sickle at the end of the chain hit a 100-foot-long tombstone and sliced it in half as if it was made of tofu.

"Spatial ripples."

Wuchang Haochuan's eyes were frigid. Ghost Qi flooded out of his body. The murderous desire grew heavier. He finally understood why the Ghost King had sent him to kill these people.