Amidst the flute melody, a swarm of strange ancient bees flew out from the Demon Beast Bag. These bees, in harmony with the flute sound, turned into a sky-covering black mist and swept into the distance.
Long Yinghai said arrogantly, "The Celestial Sound Race relies on nothing but a grand clock, but I see you have yet to pass the Little Celestial Tribulation. Though you boast impressively here, I wonder if you can shake my Devouring Ancient Bees?"
Elder Mo said coldly, "Courting death!"
Blood and wind, a storm is about to break!
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Snap!
Snap!
"Immortal long, well done!"
"Immortal long hit the mark again!"
"Immortal long has such precise aim!"
In the imperial harem, Song Yan stood far away, holding arrows in his hand, playing the pot throwing game accompanied by a group of royal beauties.
