Ghost Shovel lay on its back, facing the sky. Its abdominal opening stretched to the limit, creating a horrific suction force, intending to devour both the Thunder Strike and Li Ang.
The Mo Si on Li Ang's skin tore and peeled off inch by inch, swept away by the turbulent wind. He didn't retreat but advanced, stepping forward. Sharp spikes erupted from beneath his feet, nailing into the soil and stabilizing his form. Vast numbers of silk threads surged from his arms. In an instant, they bound Ghost Shovel's shoulders and neck, piercing its skin and muscles. He poured in Spiritual Energy, internally ravaging the Martial Artist's naturally formed Gang Qi barrier.
With the Gang Qi barrier destroyed and the circulation of its blood and energy impeded, the crimson energy swirling around Ghost Shovel's body was immediately cleared away. Li Ang gripped Ghost Shovel's shoulders and pressed down forcefully.
