As the Red-clothed Female Ghost let out shrill screams, its form gradually grew smaller, with its bones and flesh diminishing.
In the end, all that was left was a tattered deep red long dress, still emitting faint, powerless whimpers.
The crowds that had previously fled in panic had already stopped.
The slightly braver ones even took out their phones to record what was happening in front of them.
They couldn't help it, not just these ordinary people, even the personnel from the action department, who often dealt with the supernatural, had never seen such a scene.
Lv Bai observed the state of the Red-clothed Female Ghost before him, feeling that its Yin Qi had mostly dissipated, only then did he casually toss aside the willow branch in his hand and launched another Palm Thunder at the remaining red dress.
Without a doubt, the Red-clothed Female Ghost in this state clearly couldn't withstand the Thunder Technique, turning on the spot into a pile of charred fragments.
