"Wang Defa!"
Jiang Qiao's scalp went numb. The thought This ghost is terrifying. It absolutely cannot be allowed to live instantly surfaced in his mind.
It wasn't too strong.
It was just so damn disgusting.
Could that kind of sound really be produced so casually?
Wasn't this practically raping his eardrums?
If Vicious Ghosts could give birth and he let it reproduce, wouldn't everyone mentally break down just by stepping outside in the future?
"Fuck your mother!"
"Stop fucking screaming, for fuck's sake!"
Boom!
With a furious roar, Jiang Qiao crossed several hundred meters in an instant and smashed his fist into the Vicious Ghost. Surging lightning poured without restraint into its wide-open mouth, giving it a taste of its own medicine.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Rumble—!
The Vicious Ghost's screams abruptly ceased. The crackling of lightning tearing through the void became the only sound in the area.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud! Thud!
His stomps were like mountains collapsing!
The ground shattered beneath Jiang Qiao's feet, exploding inch by inch. Two deep footprints were left behind as he propelled himself forward like a cannonball, following close behind the thunder and crashing heavily into the Vicious Ghost.
Bang!
His fist shot out like a great python transforming into a dragon, seeking to devour the sun, moon, and stars.
At this moment.
Jiang Qiao's body seemed unchanged, yet the punch he threw gave Sister Lan and Qian Jia a strange illusion—as though a ten-thousand-zhang monster had emerged from the Abyss right before their eyes.
The sensation made them feel as though they had encountered their natural enemy.
Their entire bodies trembled.
Their hearts quaked involuntarily, while their minds went completely blank, losing the ability to think.
Boom!
The earth shook violently.
Time seemed to congeal at this instant.
The three ghostly figures appeared to