Fan Wu's movements were extraordinarily fast.
After squeezing a fiendish ghost to death, he reached out with both hands to seize two more that hadn't yet reacted, capturing them firmly in his grasp.
When those two fiendish ghosts felt Fan Wu's palms scalding like red-hot branding irons,
they suddenly screamed in agony, snapping back to their senses.
But it was already too late.
Fan Wu brought his hands together, causing the two fiendish ghosts to collide with one another.
It was like two speeding chariots crashing into each other.
Bang!
Bang!
The two fiendish ghosts managed only a tragic scream before they dissipated into tufts of ash, vanishing like smoke into the air.
In just an instant,
a wandering soul,
three fiendish ghosts,
were all gone!
Fan Wu's fierce performance even frightened the ghosts within the Chaos Burial Mound, as they hurriedly tried to stop their momentum.