1236 Becoming A Saint

The earth dragon was huge. When it ran, it was like a mountain was moving. It created various ten-meter-long footprints.

The Death Knight was surrounded by a blood-red halo. Paired with the icy blood armor, he looked extremely menacing.

Boundless saintly might spread from his body. It surged toward Ao Xinyan, the Crazy Alcoholic, and Blackie, forming icy wind.

"Such a terrifying figure. How did Zhang Ruochen offend such a horrible enemy?"

Ao Xinyan was shocked. The figure standing on the dragon's back was like a god of death from Hell. He could probably destroy everything in the world.

"He caught up quickly." Blackie laughed.

Saint Yashe wore a long silver robe. Standing behind the Death Knight, he rasped out, "Fat cat, you thought you could escape by faking your death? You really underestimated the Immortal Pavilion."

"Where is Zhang Ruochen?" the Death Knight asked coldly. "Tell him to come out to die."