Anyone else?
Since that's the case, die for me!
Squish!
His five fingers were sharp and pitch-black, like terrifying daggers, directly clawing toward Jiang Shi's face, but just as they were about to reach, Jiang Shi grabbed them, with a bang, neutralizing all the power on his body.
The shadowy figure's face froze, seemingly in disbelief.
But before he could react, another palm from Jiang Shi was already striking fiercely.
Slap!
One of the Four Ghosts of Black Mountain had his entire head smashed on the spot by Jiang Shi's slap, red and white splattering everywhere, bone, flesh, brain fluid, as if it didn't cost anything.
A headless corpse was swept by a powerful force, spinning dozens of times on the spot, before being violently flung into the distance, dead beyond dead.
"What a mess."
Jiang Shi's tone was indifferent, as if he had just swatted a fly.
His eyes suddenly turned toward the other three figures engaged in combat.
