231 Fight to the Death

Chick that had been standing on Zhou Wen's shoulder suddenly spat out a golden flame that sprayed onto the black-armored, white-haired ghost's palm.

When the golden flame touched the white-haired ghost's palm, it was as if a spark had encountered gasoline. It immediately ignited and the ghastly hand caught fire.

Good bird. Zhou Wen was overjoyed as he turned around and continued fleeing.

Although Chick was magical, it had not long been born. Its level was too low now, so no matter how powerful its flames were, it would probably not be able to burn the black-armored, white-haired ghost to death.

Indeed, the black gas emitted by the black-armored, white-haired ghost surged out, extinguishing the golden flames that engulfed his palm. His charred palm also rapidly recovered amidst the black gases, and his eyes showed anger as he chased again.