Little Taotie's small fist cut through the night wind, carrying a howling force as it attacked, and the Ghost King felt the wind before him scatter away as a burning sensation struck his face, making him quickly retreat to reduce the pain.
This was a pain that struck the soul body.
He was now an Evil Spirit, devoid of a physical body, and logically, he shouldn't have been able to feel this pain.
Yet, the specifics of this bizarre little girl, from whence she came, remained a mystery; her punch carried the weight of a thousand pounds, and even he, the Ghost King, could feel the pain.
"Who are you!" the Ghost King said, retreating continuously before he managed to dissipate the force of Little Taotie's punch.
If it had been any other Ghost, they would have had nowhere to hide under Little Taotie's punch and would have turned into a piece of Evil Spirit Chocolate.
Little Taotie was amazed at the Ghost King's strength.
