Duan Ling Tian’s Rage

"Elder Ghost!"

Although Zi Shang had a grade two spirit spear supporting him, he could not stop spitting blood from his mouth as he kneeled on one knee on the ground.

As his blood flowed, a dazzling river was formed on the ground before him.

All he could feel at the moment was that all of the strength in his body had been exhausted. He no longer had any strength left to fight Duan Ling Tian.

Under such a circumstance, the only thing that he could depend on was Ghost Flame who was lurking in his body.

However, Ghost Flame did not respond to Zi Shang this time.

"Elder Ghost, Elder Ghost…" Zi Shang proceeded to call out worriedly.

However, Ghost Flame did not respond to him as though he had completely vanished.

At that moment, Zi Shang noticed that something was wrong.

He lifted up his head with difficulty and looked at the purple-clad young man walking toward him step by step.