Bone Dust Whisk

Huang Yaozu wanted to test the bone rod's power. His owl-headed body with its bloated waist stiffened, and he gripped the bone rod in his right arm and swept it sideways.

The bone rod, like a spine made of vertebral joints, instantly grew bone spikes from every segment.

They extended toward the tip of the rod.

The dense bone spikes stretched a full hundred meters, sweeping toward the possessed evil ghosts carrying rocket launchers.

At that moment, the bone rod—

From the perspective of the helicopter circling overhead, too afraid to approach, looked like a hundred-meter dust whisk, its bristles formed from densely packed bone spikes.

Gripped by the five-meter-tall armored humanoid owl, the bone-spike whisk swept down over the police cars and the evil ghosts behind them.

Like an incomparably sharp mass of blades.

The police cars were sliced into countless particles of metal dust. The four possessed evil ghosts using the car doors as cover were also swept into bloody slurry, their possessed bodies instantly reduced to nothing.

Only four clumps of black mist remained, sucked into the bone rod's handle by the bone bristles.

"Whoa! Awesome. It's no weaker than that tower."

For the first time, Huang Yaozu had so easily wiped out evil ghosts that had once driven him to despair. He nearly shouted in excitement, but then remembered his wife behind him.

He could only roar inwardly.

At that moment, he was like a war god wielding a halberd. With a horizontal sweep of the dust whisk, everything in its path turned to fragments.

The surrounding buildings and the human shells of the evil ghosts were no different from foam before this bone weapon, forged from the remnants of an angel's spine in Silent Hill that had been merged into Lighthouse.

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