Ghost Lame completed the beastification in less than two breaths.
With a slight tip of his toes on the ground, his body soared into the air as he swung his fist fiercely, the punching wind was full of vigor, directly striking the Yellow Dragon, crashing onto the light curtain of the flying ship with a bang.
Crack, crack.
The protective light curtain shattered in response.
But that's not all.
The opponent's fist did not lose momentum and crashed heavily onto the flying ship with a bang, creating a hole in it. The flying restriction was broken, causing the flying ship to plummet straight to the ground.
Fu Changren exclaimed in shock.
His mana was depleted, and if he were to hit the ground directly, he would certainly be reduced to a puddle of flesh.
Meanwhile.
Ghost Lame flipped in the air.
And swung his fist again.
Diving down.
This time, he aimed directly at Fu Changsheng.
Boom!
