He hoarsely said, "None of us anticipated this twist, but I think we should continue to cooperate. Killing that Qilin will be a unique and enormous reward for you and me."
Wan Rentu had no reason to refuse; his towering body exuded blood-red steam, resembling a lava monster.
Even when two Holy Land-level individuals join forces, they must exercise extreme caution when facing a noble from the Ancient God Clan.
Because in the howling sandstorm, the devil-like youth was already charging back with his girl in his arms.
One thousand meters, five hundred meters, two hundred meters.
Getting closer!
Jiang Chuge gripped the Iron Sword, its forested blade becoming scorching hot, and the faint sound of sword resonance echoed like rolling thunder, even slicing the desolate land, with the fierce sword marks being terrifyingly visible.
He raised the Iron Sword high, gathering sword momentum.
Wan Rentu took a deep breath, and the surging blood Qi condensed into a blood-colored battle axe.
