"You have a physical body? You fucking have a physical body and you still dare to come up here?" Fang Zhiyi grabbed the other woman's cold wrist, and the cleaver the woman raised could not be chopped down at all.

But when Fang Zhiyi came into contact with the possessed woman, she felt that familiar power again.

"I see."

The woman, possessed and turned into a monster, desperately tried to attack the human in front of her, but the human was incredibly agile, first dodging her bites and then circling around to her back.

Then came a crisp sound, and the woman tried to stand up, but her legs slipped out of her control.

"So skinny and you're trying to fight?" Fang Zhiyi sneered. With a movement, he twisted and broke the woman's limbs. Seeing that she was even trying to bite him, Fang Zhiyi kicked her down and then resolutely broke her neck.

At the very moment the woman died, Fang Zhiyi also felt the strange power within her body being instantly drained away.

He clenched his fist in confusion and couldn't help but sigh.

Fang Zhiyi left directly. He had no intention of disposing of the body. As he passed the burly, dark-skinned man with a shocked expression, Fang Zhiyi said meaningfully, "You'd better pretend you didn't see anything, otherwise..." He made a throat-slitting gesture.

After walking a distance, the voice of the burly, dark-skinned man came from behind: "You're an exorcist, right? You're amazing! Fang Zhiyi, you're amazing!"

"You don't need to say it."

The familiar sound of chains dragging on the floor echoed once again in the cold, damp corridor.

Several doors not far away were suddenly pushed open, followed by fleeing figures.

Where is it?

"Hidden so well?"

"Come out, everyone."

"If you don't come out, I'll come looking for you! You'd better hide well~"

The cabinet door was pulled open, and a voodoo doll, desperately covering its mouth with its eyes filled with terror, watched as the hand reached out towards it. As a demon, it had never been so afraid.

Hearing the screams of their kind, some low-ranking demons trembled in fear.

These low-level demons already knew what had happened from the scarecrow. In short, a madman had hacked through the first half of the corridor, searching for someone named Greyhound, but they didn't know anything about Greyhound.

The grotesque voice outside rang out again. It seemed the voodoo doll was gone, and the remaining demons wished they could bury themselves inside the wall.

What can we do? We can't fight them, and we can't run away!

The clanging of chains echoed down the corridor. In a cave room, Uresk tensed up, the rattling sound causing him to instinctively shrink his neck.

He...he...he really came out?! He actually came out of that mental room?!

When it heard other creatures talking about it before, it thought maybe it was some kind of exorcist. But when the scarecrow said that the person was looking for someone named Greyhound, it was stunned. How come this is still going on?

Uresk dared not admit that he was the greyhound that the madman was talking about, and simply retreated to his den in silence.

In short, it didn't want to see that terrifying guy again, but what it feared most came true—it really was that guy!