Mo Yuxun's attack was also unexpectedly mixed with the death energy of the undead, which was highly corrosive. Even the rough-skinned Dragon God would be injured by such a blow.
If the Dragon God were to leave at this time, he was worried that Bian could not cope alone.
"Leave him to me!" Shen Yanxiao suddenly jumped to the battlefield. The strong wind blew her long hair. She slightly raised her chin and raised the corner of her mouth with a proud smile. At her feet, the experimental subject bound by her silver whip had their neck broken the moment she raised one hand. Scarlet blood splashed everywhere and little flowers of blood bloomed on Shen Yanxiao's white dress.
At that moment, she was like a bloodthirsty demon, frightening people.
