The Mountain Ghost was well-prepared, unloading his power once again, and the earth beneath his feet felt the heavy blow of a pile driver, a deep thud resonating. Before he could act further, he saw Wen Yan twist his waist, swing his arm like a circle, and smash down with a brick again.
The dull thuds, bang bang bang, rang out continuously in an extremely short time. The Mountain Ghost could relieve most of the pure physical power but could not rid himself of the damage from the Black Stone.
The surface of his hard body began to show dense cracks.
The earth below suddenly exploded, waves of soil erupting and blasting both the Mountain Ghost and Wen Yan into the air.
The Mountain Ghost got a chance to breathe, his face looking somewhat ugly. The corpse he was possessing had already been urged to the level of a Deformed Corpse. By rights, its pure power, speed, and physical strength should be considerably stronger than Wen Yan's.
