BANG!!
The beam swept out, tossing the crazed crowd into the air like kites, sending them smashing hard onto the ground behind.
It felt like beating a quilt hung outside on a clothesline with a stick.
Li Ang suppressed the strange feeling of déjà vu. Gripping the beam, he swept it left and right as if he were in an empty realm.
The thousands of strings of coins worth of gold and silver spent on Mo Si had not been in vain.
Martial Artists would fatigue and run out of breath, needing time to regain strength, but Mo Si only needed Spiritual Energy to continuously provide enhanced power.
These people aren't truly alive; their bodies have no blood, like walking corpses.
Li Ang's thoughts raced. He conservatively estimated that he had already hammered down people along two streets, yet the number of enemies hadn't decreased.
