Yang Zhenshan eyed the ghost once again entangled with Lu Fusheng, his eyes flickering, "Hehe, then let's test the power of this Wood Divine Thunder!"
Honestly, he was also curious about the power of the Qinghua Thunder Pearl, as it was a one-time spell. Although Yang Zhenshan had been nurturing it for several years, he had never used it.
Today, having the rare opportunity, he wanted to witness the might of this Qinghua Thunder Pearl.
With this thought, Yang Zhenshan hesitated no longer and gracefully ascended.
"Senior Lu, hold him off!"
Amidst the desperate struggle, Lu Fusheng glanced towards the voice, seeing Yang Zhenshan's figure and the mask on his face, a peculiar emotion suddenly rose in his heart.
What the hell!
Wearing a rabbit mask, do you want to distract me and get me killed by this ghost?
Fortunately, Lu Fusheng only got slightly distracted and immediately recognized Yang Zhenshan by his figure.
"Be careful!" he warned.
