Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Six
Boom!
The lightning exploded fiercely.
A serpentine thunderbolt extended from Long Xiaoshan's hand, momentarily so piercing that it hurt one's eyes to look at it.
It struck the huge fleeing ghost head.
With a miserable scream, the ghost head was cleaved by the thunderbolt and fell from the sky, shaking incessantly, as copious amounts of black smoke rose from it. The head shrank from the size of a house to that of a normal human head, wailing and screaming until it fell silent.
At the same time.
Next to where Gedanwei and Lan Wan'er stood, the headless body in a black robe sitting cross-legged on the ground fell over, convulsing violently a few times before a large amount of black blood flowed from the neck of the robe, and it stopped moving.
"Specter Lord!"
