Zhao Luo looked back at the dust cloud after feeling marveled at the strength of the bullet fist of yin and yang, and the fact that his ghost was indeed able to pull it off.
This showed Zhao Luo that his ghost was indeed as powerful as him.
'Where is he?'
He questioned as his ghost still hadn't shown himself.
But soon, when the dust settled, the ghost was standing right at the place, from where he had attacked the apparitions.
Zhao Luo stared at his ghost.
"Not even a scratch."
Zhao Luo commented after thoroughly inspecting his ghost.
"But as for them....they will need some time to recover."
Zhao Luo looked back at his apparitions who were now sitting on the floor with closed eyes and wounded bodies.
"If they were able to use the fist of yin and yang too, then things would have been different."
"But why can't they use it?"
Zhao Luo still hadn't found a reason for this issue.
