100 Endure

"Guh!" A mouthful of black blood gushed out from his mouth, and if there was daylight, Tang Qinghong would be able to clearly see the lingering black smoke that arose from it.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hands, his eyes fixed on the malicious cloud of anger in front of him. The vengeful spirit had already taken on a humanoid form, and had been following behind their group the whole time. In order not to bring any harm to the ordinary people, Tang Qinghong had led the vengeful spirit into the woods. However, this thing was powerful, and as much as he didn't want to admit, he was definitely outmatched here.