150 Wu Binghe, aren't you going to make a move?

The terrifying power, in a crazy shock wave, turned into a clearly visible physical blast wave. Circular ripples spread outward from the center of the three men!

The ground beneath their feet shook, and half of the plaza seemed to vibrate.

Bai Xiao and two Evil Ghosts clashed, each employing deadly moves upon encounter!

At the core, the heavy gusts of wind created a ring of mist. This was a visual effect of dust exploding rapidly after the collision of massive forces.

In the midst of the mist, flashes of electricity twinkled.

Three blurred figures suddenly flew backward at a high speed.

The Evil Ghost who had just been shocked flew far away and crashed heavily onto the concrete. The crackling sound in his chest and the intense pain of tearing muscles emanated from his prone body laying in the pit he had created, his pale yet robust torso marked by a deep blood-drenched cross slash mark.

Flesh ripped, and beneath it, bones were faintly visible.