The scent of burnt flesh was coming from Zhu Chouquan's body.
When the Monster Race's flesh burns, it faintly emits both a fragrance and a sour stench, mingling together.
The feathers of the Light Falcon slowly covered, eventually extinguishing the flames.
Upon lifting its head, it found itself surrounded by the Yao Pond.
"Zhou Long, why come to this?"
Xu Yan sighed.
Both being Vein Leaders, Zhou Long's current predicament made many sigh.
"Naturally, you all don't need to do this, but if my Form Court branch doesn't break to rebuild, what future shall it face?"
Zhou Long retorted.
He scoffed, "In the end, the victor becomes king while the loser becomes a bandit. Since I've already lost, do as you wish to kill or flay me."
"The disposal of a branch leader is the right of the Queen of the West; we have no authority to deal with you. We will only escort you to her,"
Mu Zhihuang said indifferently.
Then her gaze fell upon Zhu Chouquan.
