C764 "nezha Battling Ghost Mother!"
"Brat, you forced me to do this!" The mysterious man looked at the heavenly lightning in the sky and smashed it towards him. The spatial rift also gradually closed.
"You want to self-destruct?" Wu Xiaoming waved his hand, and golden needles immediately appeared in the space where the mysterious man was.
The sharp golden needles shot towards the gradually expanding body like a rain