"Thewk."
Zhao Luo spat on the right and looked at the falling body of his ghost and then looked at its falling head which rolled while descending.
Zhao Luo's face had an angry expression that could not be explained.
But it wasn't just anger, it was more of a surprise reaction from his side.
"Thud!"
"Why did you use the fist of Yin and Yang?"
Zhao Luo questioned the ghost whose body had just hit the surface.
Zhao Luo closed his eyes for a moment and then started meditating.
'Extraordinary Breath.'
He calmed down instantly.
Then he imagined a perfect image of himself, that is, resulting in the formation of the ghost.
The destroyed ghost was vanishing and a new ghost was forming at the exact spot.
All the injuries had disappeared and this time the ghost's head was intact.
The ghost was once again in optimum condition, unlike the one who had disappeared, and the apparitions who were still recovering.
