Chapter 317 Unorthodox Methods

"F*ck off! The Seventh Brilliant Ghostly Chop — Bow to Evil!" With a heinous expression, Pablo roared and slashed at Caspian using his scimitar that appeared like moonlight.

It was as if the surrounding air was vacuumed in that instant, and the ear-piercing explosions continued. Then, Caspian sneered, grabbed something, and suddenly threw the item at the open space between him and Pablo.

With a loud bang, a large swath of dense smoke surged out, limiting the visibility range to less than a meter.

"I thought you had something amazing up your sleeves. It turns out to be a smoke ball!" Pablo scoffed. The next second, he shouted in anger, "Don't dream of running away! Go to hell!"

Soon, the number of sword lights skyrocketed.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Dozens of sword lights appeared in front of Pablo, and they condensed into the face of a ghost, shouting and opening its mouth wide as it bit at Caspian. Then, the billowing smoke suddenly stirred up and was quickly torn apar