Under the billowing sleeves of Zangxin's robe, muscles as hard as cold iron trembled slightly, and a fierce black demonic qi surged up and began to burn fiercely.
Countless venomous snakes that had entangled him combusted violently, turning into pitch-black charcoal in an instant and crumbling to ash as they hit the ground.
Zangxin twisted his wrists, which had been reddened by the pressure, and didn't glance at the Yuenu who had turned into a dot in the distance.
He smiled slightly at Baili An and said, "It's been months since we met, and Si Chen's elegance remains unchanged. If the Demon Lord sees this, she'll surely be overjoyed."
Baili An replied calmly, "I think the Demon Lord would be equally pleased to see Zangxin in his current state, resembling a dog that has lost its master."
