"Heh, I'll be waiting."
A cold smirk appeared on Song Changsheng's face. He reached out with his right hand and annihilated the small figure, which dissipated into motes of light...
In a remote mountain hollow in Yang Province, a tragic wail rang out. A middle-aged man, identical to the leader of the Demon Hunting Team, was seen clutching his head and writhing on the ground in agony.
He only calmed down after a long while. His body still trembled slightly, but the knife-like pain in his mind had subsided somewhat.
"Who? Who destroyed my clone! I will tear you to pieces!"
A roar like that of a Fierce Ghost echoed through the hollow, startling countless birds into flight...
"It seems your master isn't very reliable. Not only did he abandon you, but he also wanted to kill you." After confirming the man was truly dead, Song Changsheng squatted down beside Chi Huo Old Ghost and said with feigned sympathy.
