"Master!"
Ye Shiyuan cried out in alarm.
Before Bai He could make a move, the horrifying creature had already died by Ye Shiyuan's hand.
It transformed into a cloud of black smoke and vanished without a trace.
What remained on the ground was indeed a corpse.
Nothing but a skeleton was left behind.
The bones were covered with the distinctive markings unique to the ghost race, proving that this individual had been dead for a very, very long time.
"No..."
Princess Guantao let out a cry of anguish and unwillingness.
At the same time, all those who had previously been under her control instantly regained their senses.
Ye Shiyuan naturally wrapped an arm around Bai He's waist.
"Master, are you alright?"
"It's only a minor aberration. I could have handled it myself. Why were you in such a hurry to come over?"
Ye Shiyuan had simply seen the situation and instinctively rushed over.
He had not thought about it any further than that.
