"Elder He!"
From afar, the fleeing Yan Rumeng turned her head and saw Elder He and the others being blasted into pieces of blood by the Fallen Sacred Body, their flesh bodies collapsing, blood splattering everywhere.
Her expression was grim, and her heart was bleeding.
The Demon God Palace had lost two Saints in an instant.
Saints are not disposable or insignificant beings; even in the Immortal Realm, they are top-tier combat power.
The loss for the Demon God Palace this time was immense, as if losing both wife and soldiers.
"Elder He and the others are dead, and the mission is incomplete."
Yan Rumeng was extremely frustrated.
With her usually cool demeanor, she couldn't maintain composure and felt very agitated, desperately wanting to scream.
Yan Rumeng had only heard of Jun Xiaoyao's terror before, but now she was experiencing it firsthand.
She touched her long legs, and in her mind, she wondered what her true form was and how she could devour her.
