Shui Yiyi felt a calm settle in her heart; the scene was clear. This ancient figure seemed even more formidable, and she was truly saved.
Hearing Su Yingxin's shout, Gai Liuchuan inwardly groaned. Although he seemed to have the upper hand, it was extremely perilous.
The monster's strength was formidable, and his attacks were vicious. If he were struck, he would surely be defeated. His only option was to slowly exhaust this monster.
"Die!"
Guan Qixing was already in despair, unable to find the Yin Spirit Grass flower. His cultivation would never advance and might even regress.
His fury and hatred had reached their peak. Even in death, he wanted to kill them all!
Blood spurted from his mouth, and Guan Qixing's cheeks seemed to become even more emaciated, like a skull.
Yet the black aura surrounding him surged, each yin soul wailing, ready to pounce and devour everyone at any moment.
