The sound came to an abrupt halt.
Because Beichuan Si actually grabbed its foot with one hand and then forcefully twisted his wrist.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The spectral clown's two-meter-tall body was smashed back and forth by Beichuan Si.
The walls.
The floor.
Even the ceiling above was covered with its black liquid.
The ghost's entire body shook with rage, but what it couldn't stop was the fear in its heart.
Under the attacks from Beichuan Si, its previously substantial grudge had begun to permanently dissipate.
When those grudges completely vanished—
The spectral clown dared not continue thinking about it.
It would die!
It would absolutely dissolve completely from this world!
But it couldn't resist Beichuan Si at all!
The jet-black gas emanating from this guy was as if it were born to restrain it. As soon as Beichuan Si got a hold of it, it could no longer move, let alone fight back.
With this thought, the spectral clown suddenly thought of something—
