Thunder shook the world.
Jiang Qiao's attack was extraordinarily fierce. With a single strike, he not only swept away the strange ropes around him, but also shattered the evil cart and the supernatural handcart, severing the Vicious Ghost's hand extending from the coffin at the wrist!
Perhaps this Vicious Ghost was terrifying.
Ferocious and crazed.
It had slaughtered countless fleeing civilians along the way and turned the entire village into a land of death.
But against the upgraded Thunder Spirit, it held no advantage.
What was more, Jiang Qiao possessed far more than the power of lightning. His understanding and control of the supernatural far surpassed this era. The power he could unleash in battle was simply unimaginable!
"This Vicious Ghost is far inferior to the female ghost in that alley."
"It isn't Sixth Order."
"Nor is it Fifth Order."
"It might be a little stronger than Gui Jizhen, somewhere between the peak of Fourth Order and Fifth Order."
Jiang Qiao thought to himself.
Yet he did not lower his guard.
Although he had injured it, that patch of black mist had not been pierced through. Although he had left a crack in the coffin, it had not completely collapsed.
This Vicious Ghost was capable of contending with him.
It absolutely could not be underestimated.
At that moment, the coffin that had fallen to the ground suddenly shook a few times. With a creak, its lid opened wider.
The inside was pitch-black.
Shrouded in black haze, nothing could be seen.
Yet an intense sense of danger descended upon Jiang Qiao.
The Vicious Ghost's arm remained frozen in midair and did not withdraw despite having lost its hand. But beside that arm, another bizarre arm slowly stretched out.
"This is..."
Jiang Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly.
This newly extended hand reminded him