Li Changge walked down the road.
His bearing was spirited and confident.
With a dashing aura overwhelming all comers.
His whole body flickered with special effects.
Radiating an aura of stern righteousness.
"Let's go for it, Zhen Zi! Curse kill!"
Li Changge no longer concealed his strength.
Ghosts lunged at Li Changge, and as he pinched the card embodying Zhen Zi, the Little Mother Spirit in a dress behind him instantly curled up, trembling nonstop with gasping breaths. A series of pale black beams shot from Zhen Zi's hand, hitting the onrushing ghosts. After a moment, the ghost that had lunged at him instantly decayed, dissolving into pus.
