Qiao Ruohe immediately stopped in his tracks, imitating the Skeleton Man by sitting cross-legged about ten paces away. His left palm remained tightly clenched in a defensive grip; at the slightest sign of foul play, he would die right here on the spot.
He knew that if he allowed the entity to close the distance and succeed, he would become a puppet devoid of soul and consciousness. Rather than suffer such a fate, it was better to perish together.
Qiao Ruohe had already steeled his heart for death, and only by embracing this fatal resolve could he hope to fight this ancient ghost.
Chapter 391