Chu Mingyang shook his head and his dark eyes turned darker. He ignored what he said.
Just as He Yu was about to speak, they were surrounded by a black object. Chu Mingyang suddenly felt a headache coming on as he looked at what should not have happened. Then, he turned around to look at He Yu, who was about to fight.
His hand was pressed against He Yu's hand as if he was preparing to cast a spell. "Don't move."
"But I have the ability." He Yu indeed had the ability to fight against these low rank ghost tribes, but it was only this group. If there were still second and third ones, then he might not be able to protect himself with his spiritual power.
Chu Mingyang didn't want to lose his footing at this critical moment. He didn't want He Yu to waste his spiritual energy on these ghosts.
