This punch did not stop, and after smashing the large granite rock protruding from the surface, it hit the ground. The hillside shook and a huge dent was made in the hard ground. Amidst the buzzing sound, there was a strong
Smoke and dust rose into the sky.
"What a power!"
The air wave of the explosion came from a distance, causing Yang Ji's hair on the top of the mountain to dance, and his eyes were full of strange colors.
"Woo!——"
A low whine suddenly came from the opposite side. Yang Ji raised his eyes and saw an elk in the dense towering woods opposite. It was frightened by the Ghost King's punch. It howled and jumped away into the distance.
Yang Ji became more playful and suddenly pointed at the elk facing him, which was leaping like flying and about to disappear into the dense forest, and said:
"Catch him back for me."
boom!
The wind howled, and as soon as Yang Ji's voice fell, the tall ghost king immediately set off a gust of wind and swept away into the distance. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!