章 1751: Face-slapping, Round 12 (2)

Crack —

One could almost hear the sound of cracking bones…

"Hm —"

Feng Wu's face soon went from red to purple…

Seven arrived at that moment.

He frowned when he saw this, but he stopped and didn't take another step forward.

After living in the Senal Grassland all these years, this wasn't the first time he had seen these ghosts.

They were one of the special features of the land of the spirit source.

They showed up when the spiritual essence recovered.

They had no consciousness or intelligence, and they didn't pick sides.

They would attack and bite anyone that came their way. If they had to be designated a side, they were the enemies of human beings by nature.

Hence, they were the natural enemies of cultivators.

The ghosts were very difficult to handle. Seven saw that there was only a streak of blood on the white cloth on the ghost's head.