Looking at this scene from afar with interest, Dugu Ming waved his hand at the old man from the ghost race who wanted to help. "Ghost Weep, if our ghost race will lose to a zombie in a two-on-one, then there's indeed no need for such trash to continue living."
Ghost Weep, who had wanted to go forward to help, seemed to feel that Dugu Ming's words made sense. He stopped in his tracks and said, "Young Master is right."
Dugu Ming crossed his arms and watched as Gui Yi and Gui Er were helpless under Baili Hui's sickle attack.
The ghost race didn't have a physical body, so it was difficult to attack them.
In addition, they all had very strong self-healing abilities, so they had never been easy to deal with.
However, Baili Hui had been attacking fiercely. He was aggressive, as if he wanted to tear all these ghost race people apart.
