The Race Catastrophe

"Do you want me to kill all of them?"

The Ghost Hunter talked to him softly, without any emotions. He made it look like killing Cao Qiu Dao’s group wasn’t harder than smashing an ant. His face was like he didn’t put them into his eyes.

However, Cao Qiu Dao, Cao Zhi Lan, and Queen of Heaven Fan Xiang Yun felt as if they had fallen into an ice chamber. Even their souls felt chilled.

The Ghost Hunter had reached level 9!

At this level, the beast was as strong as a human True God Realm expert. Only with their physical strength, they could move the mountain or level the sea. Not only they had the wisdom, but also the innate supernatural powers, which made they more dangerous than a new True God Realm warrior.

The good-looking face of the Ghost Hunter exposed his cold and brutal aura. Looking his red-blood eyes, people knew right away he wasn’t a good person.