The strength of a mid-stage ghost soldier is not bad. Fellow Daoist Zhang, do you mind if this poor Daoist slaughters this black smoke little ghost?
Facing Zhong Bai's words, Zhang Zhiwei of course did not mind.
Feel free, Fellow Daoist. This poor Daoist will keep an eye on this Japanese beast for you!
Nodding, Zhong Bai wore a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Threads of thunder began to condense in his palm, and in an instant, the purple lightning illuminated Zhong Bai's body, making him look like a deity descending to the mortal world. Even from a distance, that shikigami felt its heart tremble with fear.
Charge! Lord Shikigami!
Huateng Qianshu was still dreaming his sweet dreams, unaware that at this moment the shikigami beside him was already barely able to straighten its back.
A mere little ghost, yet you dare to devour the living souls of my people of the Central Plains. You deserve to die!
With that said, two streaks of lightning arrived from both sides, and before the shikigami had time to resist, it was firmly trapped within the lightning.
As the thunder began to tighten, this shikigami also started to emit painful roars.
It's your turn, little Japanese!
The lightning transformed into a whip, and Zhong Bai whipped down toward Huateng Qianshu's face without the slightest hesitation!
Ah!
With a miserable scream, Huateng Qianshu's entire body was sent flying several meters by the thunder whip and landed on the ground. On his face was a deep wound, charred and flesh-mangled, while wisps of stray electric current darted across it.
Tsk tsk tsk, Fellow Daoist Qianhe's display of thunder technique divine ability can be described as brilliant!
Once an expert makes a move, you know if they have the goods. Although Zhang Zhiwei