"Could it be that such a level of ghost soldier exists on Earth?"
Qin Yang raised his brows slightly, expressing disbelief.
At that moment, Qin Yang's gaze focused on the ghost wrapped in black aura, and then his brows furrowed. Something was off—this ghost seemed unusual.
"Go ahead, your delicacy is right in front of you. Enjoy it."
While Qin Yang was scrutinizing the black child, Dalron looked at Qin Yang with a mocking expression.
Upon hearing Dalron's words, the black child's crimson eyes fixed on Qin Yang. Moments later, the light in those crimson eyes flickered, becoming significantly more excited.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The black aura around the black child churned, and from its mouth filled with sharp teeth came a strange laughter, a sound full of deep excitement.
As that laughter sounded, the black aura around the black child continued to churn.
