Chapter 847: Undying Killing Intent

The baleful wraith's blood-red aura quivered. Why was this guy so different from every other creature it had run into? Its deathly miasma was a poison most beings could not bear; those few who could endure it still refused to come near. Yet the human before it looked as if he meant to eat it alive. Born wicked, bloodthirsty, and savage, the wraith could not stomach the thought of becoming prey. Besides, the Desolation Forest was its home turf. It shrieked, and surging death-qi gathered at its fingertips,...