The ghoul's mouth curled into a mocking smile.
"You actually think you can take me down with a frying pan?"
"This is nothing short of a grave insult to a warrior! I…".
The rest of the thought was abruptly cut off.
Because An Yan, holding the frying pan in her hand, made a few gestures in the air towards the ghoul flying toward her, and then, as if playing baseball, swung the pan fiercely as it charged at her.
Bang! A muffled sound.
The frying pan, refined by Xue An, was incredibly hard, and An Yan's handling was skilled, hitting the ghoul directly on its head.
The ghoul felt a darkness before its eyes and thudded to the ground.
But its combat training was indeed commendable; the moment it touched the ground, it attempted to leap up and escape.
However, at that moment, An Yan stepped forward, placed her foot on the ghoul's head, pressed with the pan, and commanded sharply, "Don't move!"
The ghoul truly didn't dare to move, freezing in place.
