A wisp of sea breeze passed by, and the ghost's soul completely vanished into thin air, as if it had never appeared.
The towering blood energy and resentment also dissipated with the sea breeze.
"Pfft!"
Liu Mang spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, his face turning deathly pale.
That was the ghost he had refined with his own blood sacrifice; in some ways, the ghost was his second avatar. Now that his avatar had been destroyed, as the host, he had naturally suffered substantial injuries.
Liu Mang was filled with anger, but even more so with fear.
He knew all too well how strong the ghost he had personally refined was and how terrifying its attacks were.
However, it was exactly this powerful ghost that had been slashed into nothing by that mysterious shadow.
What was the origin of this shadow?
"Could it be that this shadow is an avatar he's cultivated?" Liu Mang looked at Li Xiaoyao with resentment, unable to think of any other possibility.