"Crack!"
With a series of crunching noises, when the ghost fog receded, a Tribulation Crossing Peak sorcerer-ghoul just vanished into thin air.
Zhang Zerui and Zeng Shouxin's hearts trembled, this approachable Sect guru they had met, only now did they realize that his amiability might have been reserved exclusively for disciples of the Taiching Sect like themselves.
Wang Zijia paid no heed to the two men, instead releasing his divine thought for a split second of perception.
The next moment, his eyebrows raised slightly.
Immortal Yuan circulated as he reached down with a grasp.
An enormous Illusory Big Hand instantly plunged into the graveyard below.
"Boom!"
In that instant, the earth-shaking movement caused the entire graveyard's mud to roll over, and a giant light orb was seized by Wang Zijia.
"What is this..."
Zhang Zerui and the others were startled.
