Before Heihe could react, Shen Tu leaped up, raising his hand to summon a sinister Ghost Hand in front of him. The Ghost Hand formed into a fist and, like a meteor, it crashed down alongside Shen Tu.
Boom——
One punch landed.
The barren yellow sands beneath cracked suddenly, causing a more intense storm of wind and sand to sweep through.
Heihe, unable to dodge in time, was directly blasted into the ground by the punch. The Tier Two Middle Grade Magical Robe on him shattered on the spot, but fortunately, it absorbed ninety percent of the punch's lethality. Otherwise, Heihe would have been severely injured, if not dead.
In the next moment, Shen Tu wasted no time with unnecessary words, nor did he taunt. He simply raised his hand to summon a massive black tombstone, which the Ghost Hand gripped and hurled forth.
