Bang!
The figure was flung up once more, then smashed down viciously.
His entire body was nearly reduced to a swift afterimage by the impact.
The ground sank several inches.
That black tail writhed and struggled like a living python, frantically trying to break free from Hu Qi's grasp.
But before Hu Qi's terrifying brute strength, all of it was utterly futile.
"So you've got plenty of strength, huh?"
Hu Qi sneered, with no intention of stopping.
He lowered his center of gravity, his arm muscles tensing as veins bulged one after another.
He actually seized the other party and began spinning him around.
His body was like a rapidly spinning top, swinging Chen Fan through the air in dazzling arcs.
It would have been one thing if this were open ground.
But this was a graveyard, with rows upon rows of stone tombstones standing everywhere.
As a result, Chen Fan's body continuously slammed into those tombstones.
The hard tombstones shattered at once, sending broken stones flying in every direction.
Yet Chen Fan was utterly helpless, unable to break free at all.
He could only let out agonized, shrill howls. The sounds echoed through the silent cemetery, adding an even more terrifying air to the place.
A few minutes later.
Hu Qi stopped moving, his body swaying slightly.
With his spinning body coming to an abrupt stop, even he felt a wave of dizziness.
Fortunately, the sensation did not last long. As his blood and qi circulated, he quickly recovered.
At this moment, the black tail in his hand had already gone limp, like a snake whose bones had been pulled out, without the slightest strength left to struggle.
Following the tail in his hand with his eyes.
He saw Chen Fan lying motionless on the ground.
The eerie black