The ghost demon turned back instantly and headed straight for Zhao Leishui.

A hint of ruthlessness suddenly appeared on Zhao Leishui's face. With a decisive move in his heart, a silent and violent aura suddenly burst out from his body.

"Immortal Technique: Lightning Explosion!"

boom!

A thunder ball as big as a human head instantly appeared in Zhao Leishui's hand, and he threw it hard at the ghost demon that was rushing towards him. The ghost demon's face changed drastically, and he clearly felt the sense of crisis caused by the strange and powerful aura on the thunder ball.

The sixth sense of the demon race is much sharper than that of humans. Without thinking, he burned the demon blood in his body. At the same time, he pierced his palm with one hand and quickly drew a circle on his chest.

After he finished these actions, the thunder ball appeared directly in front of him.

"To the Netherworld!"

The ghost demon roared wildly, made a circle with his hands, and pushed forward fiercely!

A dark hole half a person's height appeared out of thin air in front of him and directly swallowed up the thunder ball.

The next moment, the thunder ball and the black hole disappeared at the same time, and the mine returned to peace again.

But Youmo saw that Youluo's head was already in Zhao Leishui's hand.

At this moment, Zhao Leishui's eyes contained a faint golden light, and his expression was cold and ruthless, as if he was looking at You Mo like an ant: "I didn't want to unlock the seal, I can only blame you for your bad luck."

The ghost's face changed. He looked at the dim light in Zhao Leishui's eyes, felt the suppressed aura in his body, and laughed grimly: "So you are the immortals. The human race is afraid of you, but we, the demon race, are not afraid!"

"Afraid?" Zhao Leishui smiled faintly, "Do you know what fear is?"