Boom!
Thunder burst from within the mountains.
The roaring was deafening.
Huo Hongyuan tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, leaving behind a huge crater, and before Zhu Zongwang could reach out to pull him back, he had already turned into a streak of black lightning, flashing and dashing forward!
The blade's light and cold glint surged like waves!
The Gang Wind twirled chaotically.
The towering figure of the Evil Ghost, holding a steel trident, exuded an aura of untamed violence!
People on the mountain looked down from a high position, and within a two-mile long battlefront, had it not been for the True Gang being highly visible, they would have almost lost track of it!
What a formidable Evil Ghost Yaksha!
