Black Old Ghost had run rampant for years, a veteran of countless battles. He'd faced sudden, life-threatening crises at least eight or ten times.
But today, as he glimpsed a slender, nimble shadow from the corner of his eye...
...while still in midair, he was overcome by the disorienting sensation of stepping on empty space.
His legs clamped together involuntarily, and an uncontrollable urge to urinate flooded his bladder.
His concentration wavered for an instant, and the pressure he had locked onto Tang Wen immediately dissipated.
*Hooo...*
As soon as he felt the suffocating pressure vanish, Tang Wen flung out several steel balls. One shot toward Black Old Ghost's forehead, another at his throat, while the rest cut off his escape routes.
*RIP!*
The she-Wolf King's sharp, steel-like claws ripped into his rear.
Blood sprayed everywhere!
An eviscerating strike from behind!
Tang Wen, a mere spectator, couldn't help but clench his thighs.
