All Dead! Great Art of Self-Destruction of Essence!

Whip shadows lashed out like vicious dragons, twisting straight toward Zhu Yunwen. Jiang Dali immediately felt something strange, his spiritual senses catching another figure leaping out from the water barrel behind the screen.

So there really had been a hidden passage beneath the barrel. If he had hesitated for even a moment before entering the room, Blood Monk might have taken Zhu Yunwen away first.

But it was already too late.

With a smack, his suction-emitting palm instantly seized Zhu Yunwen by the shoulder. At almost the same time, whip winds and ghostly shadows filled his vision, making it impossible to tell which whip was real.

Suddenly, a thread of force curled toward his back. The Ghost King's whip had actually curved around, feinting in one direction while striking from behind at the joint behind his knee.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly and suddenly leaped up. Like an eagle carrying prey, he lifted Zhu Yunwen and dove through the air, forming sword fingers with both hands as he abruptly jabbed at the screen.

Sss—

A blazing finger force shot out like lightning, piercing through the screen and racing toward the figure emerging from the barrel.

Almost simultaneously, a crack rang out. Jiang Dali did not make a sound, but the leg of his trousers around his calf was shattered by the whip force.

A pulling force erupted from the long whip, intending to forcibly drag his body down.

"Get lost!"

Jiang Dali roared as he landed, his right fist suddenly blasting forward. The vast and forceful fist wind sliced through the air ahead like a sharp sword, exploding the screen with a boom.

Crack!

The long whip instantly retracted, hooking onto a beam diagonally overhead amid the rushing wind. It suddenly pulled taut, and a figure sprang up, narrowly avoiding the