He glared with eyes wide open, and although he couldn't speak because he was biting Johnson's fist, he let out a series of triumphant roars.
He shook his head vigorously like a fierce beast tearing apart its prey.
Although Johnson yelped in pain, his face revealed an even more ferocious expression.
He bellowed, "You bastard, go die!!"
His fist did not pull out, but rather he pressed harder inward, nailing Iron Ghost's head firmly to the ground like a nail.
Johnson's other hand also squeezed Iron Ghost's thick neck until it was nearly deformed.
Although Iron Ghost could still hold on for a while, anyone could see that the situation was quite grim.
Shen Zhou watched Johnson, who looked like an unbeatable demon, and stared at the constantly writhing and dancing transparent monster's shadow on his body, pondering. It didn't take long for a sneaky smile to hook at the corner of his mouth.
