With a furious roar, the Ghost Mastiff charged once more, his momentum actually three points fiercer than before.
Zhao Hanyue and Mo Lanxin's faces turned ashen as they looked at Lan Caiwei, who was bound to the ground, her eyes full of despair; the last trace of luck in their hearts dissipated like smoke.
Luo Lingling stood guard at the side, the old hen on her shoulder flapping uneasily.
While preventing Zhao Hanyue and Mo Lanxin from escaping, she kept glancing worriedly toward the battlefield where Zhou Qing was.
Like this, only a short while passed before a sudden change erupted!
The corpses on the ground that had originally been killed by Zhou Qing and had their Primordial Spirits sealed unexpectedly all floated into the air at the same time, one after another drilling into those five interwoven Realms.
"This is…" Luo Lingling instinctively hugged the old hen tighter.
