Ning Rongrong and Yu Tianheng were already standing on the steps by the bus door.
Directly in front of the bus, less than two meters away from them.
The Fierce Supernatural in the deathly white mourning garment approached the open door, one stiff step at a time.
Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at the face concealed beneath white cloth and spoke quickly in a low voice.
"The Ghost Skin I control specializes in defense."
"I can't affect it directly."
"If it steps onto the bus, we won't have any room left to maneuver."
Yu Tianheng wasted no words. He nodded. "I'll do it."
Before his words had faded, the soul power inside him surged.
A low Dragon Roar thundered through the cramped front of the bus.
He stepped forward, planting himself right at the edge of the doorway.
Reaching out with his mutated black dragon claw, he clamped it onto the mourning-clad Fierce Supernatural's shoulder!
The instant they touched, a medium was established.
Yu Tianheng quickly retreated into the Ghost Bus and slowly moved his fingers.
But the mourning-clad Fierce Supernatural did not even pause. It took another step forward.
One of its feet was about to land on the steps.
"Get the hell off!"
A vicious gleam flashed through Yu Tianheng's eyes, and he acted without the slightest hesitation.
His left hand seized one of the ghost fingers on his right hand and bent it sharply backward!
Crack!
As the finger snapped, a burst of paranormal power erupted through the broken finger as its medium.
For an ordinary person, a broken finger might never recover.
But Yu Tianheng was a high-ranking Soul Master.
Soul Masters had physiques far beyond those of ordinary people and possessed tremendous vitality. As long as they survived, a fracture like this would heal completely after