"If I didn't deliberately do this, how would you come out?"
Ye Mo smiled faintly, then punched hard towards the Bone Ming Ancestor, "Go to hell."
"Don't kill me!"
Before the words were finished, the Immortal-Slaying Thunder Fist shone through the space as if descending from the depths of the void, thrusting mercilessly towards the Bone Ming Ancestor's body.
Crack!
The sound of thunderous cracking resounded, causing the surrounding blood mist to disperse into vapor.
The eyes of the Bone Ming Ancestor were full of regret and resentment. If he hadn't been greedy for Ye Mo's weapon, he wouldn't have ended up like this. He struggled to swing his tail, trying to resist.
But Ye Mo's actions were as fast as lightning, and a punch had already struck his massive head.
Crack, crack!
