Bing Bufan was not foolish. The reason he could make such a guess was naturally based on certain evidence. No matter where he ran, the white ghost figures in the sky would surround him, but there was always a weak point. Moreover, the white ghost figures in the sky were only chasing him now, with no further attacks after the initial assault.
Obviously, they wanted to force him in a certain direction. Even though Bing Bufan knew the purpose of these white ghosts, he felt helpless inside. He wanted to break through, but the dense surrounding ghosts were not something his remaining Soul Power could handle.
"Damn it!"
Bing Bufan cursed angrily, and the Profound Ice Fist Force in his mind once again transformed into a blue light ring, pushing away all the surrounding white ghost figures to relieve the immediate crisis.
Gradually, the surrounding environment changed from a swamp to a distinct ravine valley, filled with bizarre rocks and silence, suffused with deathly stillness.
