Zhang Xiaohao's eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a point of his foot, he leaped into the air.
His legs snapped like scissors, striking their two ghostly forms with a series of thuds.
Bang!
He kicked them both flying.
Thump!
The green-eyed zombie and the century-old fierce ghost fell to the ground in a sorry state, the former spitting out a mouthful of dark green blood from its chest.
The latter.
Although it was a fierce ghost, under Zhang Xiaohao's relentless assault.
The originally dense and sinister ghost energy had now dimmed, showing signs of severe damage.
"You old fart! We're no match for this stinking Taoist, let's split up and run!" the green-eyed zombie urgently exclaimed.
With a single hand on the ground, it tossed out those words and dashed off in one direction without looking back.
The century-old fierce ghost was taken aback, casting a fearful glance at Zhang Xiaohao and instinctively fleeing in the exact opposite direction of the green-eyed zombie.
