A rumbling sound erupted from within him, and just as the black spear in Zhang Xiaohao's hand was about to sweep across his body, the man suddenly blinked out of sight, reappearing behind Zhang Xiaohao as if teleporting, with two shriveled right hands clawing toward Zhang Xiaohao's head.
As his two shriveled palms passed through, a massive dark green wicked wind shot out from his palms, with a dark green poisonous smoke erupting from his palms.
"Childish—!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
As if eyes had grown on his back, he wielded the black spear, sweeping it dominantly backward.
Bang!
Just as the opponent's two shriveled palms were about to grab Zhang Xiaohao's head, the black spear struck first, sweeping across the man's body and sending him flying away.
