Less than a minute had passed, and Mo Bai's entire face had turned crimson red. His arms were positioned around his neck in an attempt to struggle, but he couldn't even reach his neck, let alone stop it.
The Sand People were in a panic!
"Uncle Mo..."
"Quick, everyone think of a way!"
"Beast! Stop it now!"
Upon seeing Mo Bai hanging in mid-air, Aling broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and in no time, his entire back was drenched, his clothes soaked through...
The Ghost Shadow played skillfully, how could he possibly let it go at this point, he then swaggered toward the Sand People, as eerie as a phantom.
"Haha...how is it? Exciting to float in the air?"
"You...will die a bad death!"
The hideous Ghost Shadow leaned over Mo Bai's face, mocking him, enraging him! Mo Bai wished he could come down immediately and slap the Ghost Shadow to death... but struggling to breathe, Mo Bai could only curse softly, his face already turning hideous.
