At the same time, Yang Zhenshan formed a spell with his hand and launched the Vine Skill.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh~~
Dozens of vines as thick as an arm sprang from the ground, stabbing towards the burly man and the sinister-looking man like long spears.
"Tricks of the trade, trying to show off in front of me!"
The sinister-looking man snorted coldly. Suddenly, a blood-colored phantom over ten meters tall appeared behind him, towering over the ground. With fingers clenched, it suddenly threw a punch!
Rumble!!
With a single punch, the air vibrated, and the sturdy bramble vines shattered and dissipated like illusions.
Yang Zhenshan's pupils contracted suddenly.
What is this move?
A spell?
Or a martial artist's technique?
The horrifying phantom over ten meters exuded a terrifying aura. Just one punch brought an intense sense of oppression to him.
"Die!" The sinister-looking man shouted violently once again.
