Facing the ghostly mist filling the sky, Shen Luo did not hesitate in the slightest. An earthy yellow glow enveloped him, and he sank straight underground, fleeing through the earth.
Almost the instant Shen Luo vanished, the ghostly mist crashed onto the ground, only to strike empty air. It immediately changed direction and surged toward Yan Wushi instead.
The Yin Fiend ghostly mist swept along the ground without losing any speed, spreading like a tide as it rushed straight at Yan Wushi.
Seeing Shen Luo escape underground, Yan Wushi cursed inwardly and hurriedly used an escape technique to flee into the air.
But he had only just risen when the Asura Puppet Ghost appeared above his head as abruptly as a phantom. Raising an enormous fist, he smashed it down at Yan Wushi.
Caught off guard, Yan Wushi had no time to dodge or activate his Puppet Armor. He barely managed to unleash the power of an armored bracer on his arm before the fist struck him.
Bang!
Agony shot through his arm, and his body hurtled toward the ground like a massive boulder.
The black ghostly mist had already been waiting below, like a hunter waiting by a stump for a rabbit to come crashing into it. Over a dozen Ghost King heads clustered within it, all gazing upward with their blood-red maws wide open, waiting for Yan Wushi to fall so they could tear both his flesh and his soul to pieces.
Yan Wushi knitted his brows tightly, and a gold-and-red sphere appeared in his palm.
Just as he was about to activate this Puppet Armor, a crimson blaze suddenly flared within the ghostly mist beneath him. It surged upward like an erupting volcano, flames spreading in all directions to blossom into a gigantic fiery red lotus.
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