"Ghost Howl!"
"Boom!"
He threw a punch, and around him, spiral-shaped black qi burst forth in midair.
Suddenly, a dense and mournful wailing sound emanated from within, as if thousands of Evil Ghosts were crying out in unison, the terrifying mental fluctuations transforming into a shockwave.
"Clang!"
In midair, a swelling, thick arm suddenly reached out, the vein-covered hand taking on a fierce shape and in the moment of swinging, it suddenly tore through the air. Amidst the screeching noise, it forcefully intercepted Ghost Mask's fist.
The airflow exploded, and the visible shockwave rippled out.
The horrific temperature of the palm's magnetic field forcefully suppressed and obliterated all the wailing of the ghosts, bringing all sounds to an abrupt halt.
