Whoosh!
The air immediately tore apart, the green war spear ignited with flames, stabbing towards the middle-aged ghost tribesman. The ghost tribesman roared angrily, his ghost Qi surging vigorously as he exhaustively tried to shake off the constraints of the supreme will, but its reactions remained sluggish for a moment. The next moment, the bloody ghost head great saber was shaken loose.
At that instant, time seemingly stretching as if eons has passed, the ghost tribesman's green ghost flames flourished frantically. The spear tip, burning with flames, gradually enlarged and directly plunged into his brow.
Puff!
A slightly audible sound was heard. The screams of the middle-aged ghost tribesman came to an abrupt halt and he stopped moving while the previously flickering ghastly green ghost flame suddenly became stagnant, as if trying to permanently burn Xiao Chen's figure into its mind.
Whoosh!
