Ghost-type Beast

Fortunately, Wu Hao had the enhancement of the holy light and had a natural resistance to such resentment-type energy. Therefore, he could barely withstand this frightening resentment.

The female ghost's attack was not simple. Her right arm turned into sharp claws that tore at Wu Hao.

Wu Hao sneered. He stretched out his left hand, bent his fingers, and stabbed at the female ghost's chest.

The female ghost's figure flashed and dodged. Then, she quickly distanced herself from Wu Hao.

She narrowed her eyes and stared fixedly at him.

"This fellow is really difficult to deal with!" Wu Hao cursed in his heart. He knew that he had to get rid of this ghost as soon as possible.

"Kill!" Wu Hao shouted in a low voice. His figure flashed and instantly disappeared from the spot. In the next second, he appeared in front of the female ghost.

Wu Hao's left index finger condensed a strong platinum light as he stabbed at her throat.