Ghost Shovel launched himself into the air like a cannonball, tracing an arc before crashing heavily onto the mountainside.
He slowly stood upright, casually waved his hand, and the chopper that had been flung away flew back into his palm.
"You really should let Yu Country's citizens see what you look like now." Ghost Shovel looked at Li Ang and spoke indifferently.
At this moment, Li Ang's right arm was broken. His shoulder, shattered and mangled from a powerful impact, had chunks of flesh hanging in front of it. Large amounts of blood spurted from his muscles and veins. Yet, before this blood could reach the ground, the Mo Si particles within it connected into strands, catching the flow. The blood, like crimson coral, floated in the air.
Galuo watched this scene in shocked bewilderment. Without time to think, she instinctively followed Li Ang's movements, helping him to his feet.
WHOOSH—
