Aoqi retreated with a solemn face, looking at the broken arm, feeling immense pressure in his heart.
He had already used all his strength, yet the opponent still seemed to handle it with ease.
Moreover, perhaps it was his illusion, but Aoqi felt that the opponent's energy seemed much purer than his own.
That shot just now... wasn't just a combat technique; it carried a terrifying penetrating power.
"Certainly not weak, as expected from the one who killed Za," the Ghostman said with a calm expression, but his eyes were brimming with murderous intent.
Aoqi felt a chill down his spine and instinctively dodged to the side, but it was still a step too late. The spear light pierced a huge hole through his left abdomen, the powerful green energy invading his demon body and quickly extending into vines that absorbed Aoqi's energy, making him even weaker.
