Self-detonation and Escape?

The Demonic Ghost Brothers took out the god-melting liquid and smeared it on their hands.

At that moment, golden flames were burning on Zhou Feng's body as he gave chase with a punch.

This punch carried a supreme aura, and it felt as if a god was powering it up.

"Hand-to-hand combat?"

"Hand-to-hand combat!"

Hand-to-hand combat was the Demonic Ghost Brothers' forte. The two of them were one and had two arms on both sides.

In hand-to-hand combat, they held a huge advantage.

A dark murderous aura rose like a tide.

"Bang!"

The battle began!

Zhou Feng resembled a god of war as his aura slowly rose.

However, the Demonic Ghost Brothers were not to be trifled with. The murderous aura behind them grew thicker and thicker while screams occasionally resounded.

They stood on equal footing with Zhou Feng's golden light, forming a scene of golden light and a black tide.

"Die!"