"Damn!" Without a second word, it twisted its head 180 degrees and opened a ghastly mouth full of sharp fangs, ready to bite down on Fan Wu's hand.
But just as its mouth was about to come into contact with Fan Wu's hand, suddenly, a severe, intense pain made it pause in its action.
Fan Wu directly crushed one of its shoulders.
The pain, no less than that of a shattered Ghost Hand, caused its entire ghostly body to tremble uncontrollably.
If it were capable of sweating cold sweat.
Probably, every inch of its "skin" would have been drenched by now!
Then.
The Ghost General saw Fan Wu loosen his grip, and his hand slowly moved to its forehead. It watched as Fan Wu bent a finger, and then it felt an enormous force burst from above its brow.
Its figure uncontrollably flew backwards repeatedly, intertwined with bouts of miserable screams.
It smashed through mound after mound of earth.
And forcefully landed dozens of steps away!
