After the blood mist disappeared, Feng Zheng appeared in another place.
The ghost and his companions had disappeared!
From the looks of the building, he was still in the building, but he was no longer on the same floor.
"Does this damn place have the ability to teleport? I wonder how Brother Bing and the others are doing?"
Feng Zheng muttered in his heart and began to observe the surrounding situation.
He noticed that the buildings around him were covered in a layer of charred ash, which emitted a disgusting smell.
Feng Zheng frowned, having a bad premonition.
He held the Demon Slaying Sword upside down and carefully surveyed the corridor.
Just as he reached the corner of the corridor, a cold aura suddenly attacked him!
Feng Zheng did not even think and immediately retreated, barely dodging a blue flame.
When he stood still, he found that the ghost that attacked him was a horrible-looking charred corpse, surrounded by a dark blue ghost fire.