Just looking at them, it could imagine how painful it would be to feel flames scorching its body.
It shuddered in fear, glanced at Su Nian, and felt its entire ghostly being fall into despair.
Su Nian looked at the flattened gecko ghost, then expertly kicked it up into the air.
The gecko ghost was already severely injured, and now it felt like the pain was about to tear it apart. Its head was ringing, and its face was twisted in agony.
It couldn't even stand up, and yet, it could still hear Su Nian's contemptuous voice.
"That's it?"
The gecko ghost was beyond furious. It was in a truly pathetic state—limbs twisted and broken, skin torn to shreds, and its entire ghostly form had been smashed flat by a large rock.
And frankly, the bottom of that well wasn't a pleasant place. Though it was an entrance, it hadn't been used or cleaned in years. The place had become filthy, and the gecko ghost had picked up the stench of a sewer.
