Yang Guofeng seemed quite calm. With the enemy already here, running away was useless.
Running away might get him devoured by Mao Shiba and become part of him.
Mao Shiba's title as the Corpse Ancestor was well-deserved.
His fist quickly exploded, releasing clouds of black smoke.
"Haha, these smoke clouds contain a poison so potent that even the Twenty-Eight Constellations can't resist."
Yang Guofeng laughed heartily.
However, his voice sounded somewhat sharp.
"It's just some mild poison. Why boast here? The reason I can't kill you."
A large amount of poisonous fog suddenly vanished, and then Yang Guofeng noticed that Zhang Yuelu's palm had a mouth.
The black air was being continuously sucked into the mouth.
In the end, it even burped.
This infuriated Yang Guofeng.
His arms regrew instantly.
"Intercepting Fist, Second Generation, Double Dragon Out to Sea."
He threw out his arms again, like two ferocious snakes lunging at Zhang Yuelu.
