"Ah! Housekeeper Li, help me! Please save me! This little bastard has locked my scapula with his magical artifact! This pain is worse than being sliced by a knife. Hurry up and get me out of here! Then capture this little bastard! I want to pierce all of their scapulas, strip away their souls, and let them taste the most potent poison in the world!" Jia Muhe roared crazily, his face twisted in fury.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With a fierce wave of his right hand, a giant hand formed entirely from nature's spiritual energy struck his face.
Bang bang bang...
Instantly, a series of thunderous slapping sounds rang out.
Jia Muhe looked like a small boat tossing in a stormy sea, struggling fiercely in the wind, facing imminent destruction at any moment.
With his scapula locked, he couldn't move, and even screaming brought a pain that penetrated his soul, more agonizing than death itself, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more!
