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Chapter 295 Crippled

Mr. Huang rose up amidst the dust and splinters of wood like a phoenix rising from its ashes, reborn and renewed. Patting the dust off his clothes, he sniggered. "Did you really expect that I'd be defeated so easily?! I created this Real and Fog World. This is my domain. Mine and only mine! So long as ghosts still wander here, they can be sustenance to me!"

So this is what he's after?! I gasped, Sergeant Zhan was trying to buy him time! Gods, we've been thoughtless about that! This dimensional Real and Fog Worlds was created by Mr. Huang, the Spirit of the Heirloom Axe, and they were filled with damaged ghosts missing parts of their Souls. If Mr. Huang could easily dabble with modifications of their Souls, then it should only be expected that he was highly skilled in the manipulation of Souls and that would mean he could just as handily consume any of the damaged ghosts to heal himself and the time that Sergeant Zhan had bought him had allowed him to do just that!

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