You’re Courting Death
編集者: Misty Cloud Translations
Soon after, his hand flipped, and the red flag on one side became a black flag. With a wave of his hand, ghosts twice the size of those scurrying ghosts flew out.
Those ghosts opened their mouths and swallowed the little ghosts, quickly clearing the ghosts in the air. At this point, the burly man struck Wanyan Shisan with his black round iron, which was charged with dark power.
"Whoosh!"
Wanyan Shisan ducked out of the way of the ferocious gust of airflow and watched as the round iron shot down from his side and slammed into the table next to him.
"Bang!"
There was a deafening boom and the mighty force turned the table into ash. Not a single plank of wood remained. While waving his round iron, he pursued and attacked Wanyan Shisan with such ferocity that Feng Jiu could not help but raise her eyebrows.