Baiyi raised an eyebrow. Can it be materialized?
Baiyi's figure disappeared again, moving at an extreme speed that the naked eye couldn't track his movement.
Bang!
A solid collision sound echoed, and Pu Sheng was directly knocked backward, violently crashing into and collapsing a building.
He has a day's time to hunt; he can solve any one first.
Baiyi dusted off the debris from his fist; it was the remains of tentacles blown apart by power. An illusion isn't untouchable; it just requires a different way to strike.
Tentacles represent desire; as long as there is desire, there is a medium. Baiyi can use his fists to let ghost-like beings taste physical consecration.
His figure vanished again, and when he appeared once more, everything around him turned black, and an aura of calamity began to manifest.
Pu Sheng appeared in front of Baiyi with a sullen look in his eyes: "Don't tell me you can't tell it's Charles pulling the trick of trying to extract himself."
