Boom!
The Sword Fist collided, shooting out a massive gust of air.
Under their feet, the ground shattered from the impact of the strike.
The Yellow Paper Mosquito, facing such a tyrannical slash,
even with the protection of the Netherworld Demon Body, was sent flying, one arm chopped off.
Like a kite with its string cut, he flew backwards for over ten meters before finally coming to a halt.
"Haha... I told you, no matter your Three Heads and Six Arms, tonight you're destined to die!" the man in the black iron mask said with murder in his eyes.
"You're celebrating too early!" Yellow Paper Mosquito said calmly.
Moving his feet, he walked towards the other step by step.
"Is that so? Now that you've lost an arm, I'd like to see what tricks you still have up your sleeve to withstand my next slash!" boasted the man in the black iron mask.
"As you wish! Open your dog eyes and watch closely as I torment and kill you!" Yellow Paper Mosquito said indifferently.
Swoosh!
