"Come on, come on! Aren't you eager to kill me? Why are you hiding!"
Lu Wenwu sneered as he swung his fist, his voice terrifying like a roar from the Nine Netherworld.
The Plague Apostle, transformed into a whirlwind, continuously dodged, not daring to face the opponent's fist directly.
A moment ago, he was struck by the Overlord Fist imbued with the Demon God's Spear.
If he hadn't transformed into wind to partially evade the attack in time, his right arm might already have been blasted into a rain of blood and flesh.
The Puppet Apostle was drenched in cold sweat, muttering to himself. Deep, esoteric incantations echoed, and a strange force suddenly erupted around him.
This bizarre power made him seem to be in a superimposed state of life and death, much like Schrödinger's unfortunate cat.
In the next moment, the entire Xiaoshan began to tremble.
