Observing Fan Wu, who had withstood his two punches and still appeared unscathed, the Ghost King of the Ten Halls had an incredulous look in his enormous vertical pupil.
It was certain...
Had these two punches, which were delivered with all his might, fallen upon one of his ghost generals, even several of them tied together would have been reduced to ashes!
But was the flesh and blood body of the man before him too sturdy?
Was it really just flesh and blood?
Was it actually not armor forged from mysterious iron?
No!
Even so-called armor made of mysterious iron wouldn't have been so exaggerated, wouldn't have been able to block its attack so easily, and wouldn't have remained unscathed to the point where not even the skin was broken.
"This is bad!"
When he noticed that Fan Wu's hand had moved slightly,
the Ghost King of the Ten Halls immediately sensed a crisis.
It quickly retracted its two arms.
The next moment.
