Banquet hall.
As Fang Qingyu slowly walked out from the darkness.
Not far away, Qi Hao, who was frowning while protecting Lin Wanqing, saw this scene.
"Qingzi, don't go!!" he urgently called out.
Ma Zhe and a few others were dragging Yuan Jie back.
Upon hearing Qi Hao's voice, they immediately looked toward that figure.
"What is he trying to do? Does he want to die?"
Although they were in the midst of fear, everyone couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Only Yuan Jie's eyes revealed a glimmer of hope...
Fang Qingyu ignored Qi Hao's call and moved to the back of the carcass.
With a push of his toes, his whole body shot out like an arrow off the string.
His fist, enveloped in the sound of an explosion, struck the beast-faced breastplate; the Baji Fist, carrying Dragon and Tiger Force, hit like a strike on a thousand-pound bronze bell.
Bam——
The skeleton feasting on a corpse didn't react at all.
It turned into a shadow, smashing against the distant wall...
This distance.
