Liu Hanzhong landed on the ground, also wounded by the Pure Yang Arrow, severely injured.
At this moment, Liu Hanzhong was filled with regret and fear, knowing he was no match for Chu Hao. Even the giant ghost was obliterated by him. The power of that arrow lingered in his heart, making him want to escape.
"Want to escape! Can you?"
Chu Hao locked onto Liu Hanzhong and chased directly, moving extremely fast.
Liu Hanzhong gritted his teeth, "Chu Hao, spare me."
Chu Hao sneered, "Is that possible! So many resentful ghosts were refined by you. Hell is too good for you."
Liu Hanzhong felt even more despair.
In truth, Chu Hao was somewhat puzzled. Could the Wangui Seal only contain these ghosts?
Surely there were more. He was filled with curiosity about the Wangui Seal.
Without hesitation, he picked up the Pure Yang Divine Bow, aimed at Liu Hanzhong, fearing any surprises. This old ghost lived for thousands of years and might have some tricks up his sleeve, with deep scheming.
