Rumble rumble!!!
The distant black thunder continued its mad descent, Zhou Qing slowly exhaled a breath of impure air.
Standing next to him, the ninth ancestor Yan Wuxin had already become a blood-drenched figure, also letting out a long breath.
Finally, it stopped cutting, but for some unknown reason, he felt a bit dizzy.
Perhaps it's due to the excessive blood loss, but why is it still flowing?
After a while, the strength of the black thunder slightly diminished.
Witnessing firsthand the terror of the Supreme Tribulation, Zhou Qing's heart couldn't help but feel some awe and dread.
"Stay here and guard, I will set up a formation to prevent detection by those with ill intentions!"
Not waiting for Yan Wuxin's refusal, Zhou Qing took out the Array Disc and Array Flag, beginning to set up with Yan Wuxin at the center, openly and boldly.
Lest when fighting, this guy tears space to escape, or seeks aid from the Yan Family.
