Chapter 132: Slaughter in the Grey Fog!

In the Dark Realm, the Cat Spirit Holy Tree shone like a massive lamp, illuminating the surroundings.

Ratma suddenly stopped in his tracks, for he had heard something behind him.

Could it be that it wasn't dead?

Human-like irritation showed on the rat's face as though bugs were meant to be easily crushed, not linger like cockroaches, clinging to life.

He turned around, and this time he intended to reduce his enemy to ashes, leaving no possibility for struggle!

Her body suddenly froze, a look of surprise appearing on the rat face as the opponent propped themselves up on their hands, grey mist swirling in their pupils like vast whirlpools, as if to suck in the souls around them.

The opponent slowly stood, their aura climbing step by step.

A violent wind suddenly swept across the field, carrying away the person's long coat, which bore the traces of black blood corrosion. The coat unfurled in the wind, fluttering loudly like a black battle flag.