She flicked her sleeve, and a shackle flew towards the Corpse Demon Song Yan.
A soul-binding shackle!
But the Corpse Demon has no soul!
A lock in vain!
Demon Mother Su Yao's face paled, and then a snow-white flying sword shot directly at the Corpse Demon Song Yan.
Smack!
The treasured item of the Lingbo Ancient Race was smashed away like scrap metal, and Vilampu had to step in to help, a whirlwind sweeping to block the Corpse Demon Song Yan.
Immediately, the Corpse Demon Song Yan attacked Demon Mother Su Yao mercilessly, while Vilampu came to her rescue.
For a time, the three were in a deadlock.
It was only after a brief moment passed, equivalent to the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, that the Corpse Demon Song Yan voluntarily distanced himself.
Demon Mother Su Yao was panting, and Vilampu also stopped, their target was Song Yan, not this mysterious strong entity.
Demon Mother Su Yao suddenly said: "What on earth are you?"
