Guard Gong, enveloped by Underworld Souls, roared to the sky. A surge of Supreme Yang Energy emanated from his body, condensing in the void.
"Tiger Evil!"
"Break for me!"
"Roar!"
The fierce tiger formed by Yang Energy roared to the sky, sound waves rippling with vibrations. Within several zhang, waves rippled, and Underworld Soul Ghosts exploded on the spot.
Those close by were utterly beyond saving.
Martial Artist!
This person has actually cultivated True Qi!
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, then regret filled his face. Unfortunately, the other was seriously injured; otherwise, he might just be able to fight through.
"Bastard!"
The Ghost Face, who had been motionless all along, changed his expression upon seeing this, revealing his Ghost Body with a light flick. Two long white sleeves were flung afar.
The seemingly weightless sleeves struck the ground, plowing a deep furrow.
"Smack!"
The long sleeve whipped, sending Guard Gong flying.
"My Lord, run!"
