Ming Yan was merely an ordinary ghost. How could he not be terrified when facing a creature like the Evil Spirit Ancestor, who had lived for hundreds of years?
Having been dead for a long time, he had seen many things, but he was a slothful spirit by nature. He disliked cultivation, and even after all these years of death, he remained a bottom-tier existence. Compared to Wu Qing, he probably couldn’t even measure up to a common evil spirit master.
Ming Yan kept running forward. As he pressed deeper into the valley, the path narrowed until it became a winding mountain trail thick with miasma, stretching endlessly into the gloom. At this point, Ming Yan began to panic. He knew that if he were caught by Wu Qing, one strike would scatter his soul into oblivion, leaving nothing behind. Yet, he had to fight for a chance at survival, so he pressed on, even as he ran headlong into the lion’s den.
Chapter 232