"This—"
The final breath of the Ghost Servant was let out, his eyes rolled back, and his entire body thunderously fell to the ground.
Fang Yu indifferently walked over to the corpse of the Ghost Servant.
A foot was raised.
Boom!
The corpse was kicked like a soccer ball, smashing into a nearby thicket.
Swish, swish, swish...
A figure rapidly moved through the woods.
"Bro, I was just passing by..."
Hearing this panicked voice, a slight smile crossed Fang Yu's lips as he said, "If you dare to run... I believe your fate will be the same as his."
He raised his hand.
Gang Qi surrounded it.
Remote fetching!
Whoosh!
The Heavenly Gang Gold Needle returned to Fang Yu's hand.
Even in this dense forest, where leaves were lush, nothing could obscure the brilliance of the gold needle.
Finally—
A youth looking to be around seventeen or eighteen years old walked out of the woods.
With a smile plastered on his face, he continuously nodded and waved his hands:
