Holy Fist

Chapter 535: 268 There’s no way to heaven, no door to enter the earth!_2

Five meters away, the gigantic figure enshrouded in white vapor turned its head and grinned. Its ghastly teeth, under the moonlight, sent chills throughout the body.

“Distracted at such a time?”

“Did you really think you’ve just fended off Ghost Face?”

Bai Xiao stated this sentence with an undisturbed gaze.

The tall, thin man in dark robes felt a chill run down his spine, sweat drenching his forehead in an instant. Huff, huff, huff, huff, a ferocious wind bearing black qi swept over him, making the cloth of the robe on his back tightly cling to his body, rising and falling like ripples.

“Ah!!!”

A piercing scream of utmost agony came from the side.

That was the last companion of the tall, thin man in dark robes.

Under the moonlight, on one side of the battlefield.

The towering figure in a black trench coat slowly raised its arm, its hand sheathed in black gloves, grabbing the neck of a special-grade Death Sleep Master.

Raising him expressionlessly, his feet dangled in the air.

Ghost Face’s long hair flowed like a waterfall, carrying with it an aura of mystery and horror. The gruesome Ghost Mask on its face, neither gold nor wood, continued to flicker and change.

Now and then its ferocious fangs bared in anger, at times its features drooped in sorrow, and at times it burst into inexplicable mad laughter. The only constant was the two pitch-black pupils in the eye sockets, which seemed to contain an icy coldness and a granular texture like misty ink.

There was a faint hint of mockery and disdain.

“Is this the level of your capability?”

“Even wearing the Netherworld Mask, you’re still a waste!”

“Such a treasure is wasted on you.”