"Argh!"
Like the wails of a vengeful ghost or the mournful howls of a wronged spirit, Zhuo Junting screamed fiercely. The wound in her chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Zhuo Wenbin, who had originally lunged at her, was sent flying by the burst of blood light she emitted.
Buzz!
The void quivered, ripples spread, and Ye Xuan suddenly appeared, causing the Old Ghost's expression to change dramatically as he continually stepped backward, panic flashing in his eyes.
"Kill!"
With venomous hatred and continuous howls, Zhuo Junting's eyes turned blood red and her face twisted with rage. As she took a step forward, she instantly appeared in front of Zhuo Wenbin, her hands reaching out with ten blood-red nails extending, tearing Zhuo Wenbin to shreds.
"What...what is this thing?" The Old Ghost exclaimed in horror at the terrifying form of Zhuo Junting.
"My dear niece, I have transformed into a Half-Ghost Body, an Undying being. You cannot kill me."