Long Miaomiao was heavyset and short, with a low center of gravity, so the ghostly hands couldn't push her over, but Fang Mingyuan wasn't so fortunate. After staggering a few steps, he was pressed to the ground by a ghostly hand gripping his neck.
Bang!
The ghostly hand smashed Fang Mingyuan's head hard against the ground.
Ah!
Fang Mingyuan screamed in pain, his right hand flailing behind him, trying to hit the assailant, but not even grazing a hair.
The ghostly hands sought lives, and death terrorized the soul!
Lin Baici swung his pipe wrench backward, but the ghostly hands were behind him, completely out of reach, so he grabbed at the ghostly hand on his neck and quickly activated Divine Grace.
Red Rolling Stone!
The Little Clay Man appeared, the Sling rotating, and the Flying Stones repeatedly struck.
Pop pop pop!
Fortunately, the ghostly hands weren't very hard and shattered into a cloud of black mist.