C148 Toward the Bugs' King Competition

Although Shi Batian was motionless, he seemed to be struggling in his body. Xiao Yao could not help but take two steps forward and used his whip to cut apart the black mist.

"Scram." He lashed out a few more times, and the black mist dispersed, thinned, and gathered together again in a short time.

This isn't a real ghost