C626 Recuperating Mind

"He can actually understand what we're talking about. What the hell is this thing?" As Leng Mufeng spoke, a bolt of lightning flew out from the Dragon-scale Sword and struck the Demonic Face's wound.

The lightning still had karmic sinflames on it, causing the ghost-mask to wail miserably. At this time, with a loud "crack," a lightning bolt that was even larger struck the ghost mask's wound