Just like a raging thunderstorm roaring from beyond the heavens.
It was as if a heavy truck with failed brakes, its engine madly overloaded, emitting a soul-shaking high-pitched roar, hurtling straight towards the Ghost Market's master, accompanied by the shrill sound of tires skidding against the ground.
In that instant, the Ghost Market's master's expression drastically changed.
Boom!
It activated its cultivation technique, itself like a blazing sun illuminating the entire battlefield, with surging Yang Qi and sky-piercing bloodthirst. There was no sense of any ghostly presence, more like a burning divine furnace.
The Ghost Market's master let out a long howl and slashed its long knife at the incoming brilliant meteor, drawing a crimson arc filled with a monstrous killing intent.
