The Huang Mao was even more pitiful. He had just revealed his horrifying and frightening car accident death form, but instead of garnering any special attention, he received a ruthless few slaps.
Under the crisp sound of slaps, Huang Mao's face was completely distorted, because the palm prints carried runic marks that had a strong suppressive effect on soul bodies and ghosts.
Liang Li kicked again, sending Huang Mao flying to the paint box previously used for repairing motorcycles. For a moment, the color of Huang Mao's hair changed rapidly until he rolled to the last box, finally settling on green.
A finger pressed against his brow, and Liang Li chanted a mantra.
Huang Mao let out a painful wail, his figure quickly shrank, and in the end, only a green-tinged human skin was left fixed on the ground.
Liang Li casually scraped at the skin with the sole of his shoe, twisting, dissolving, and floating, quickly returning to dust in various forms.
