Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
If Jiang Long and Guanling Mountain gained the upper hand in their facade, then there would be no reason to worry about the lurking monsters.
A battle that was certain to win, all would have belonged to that monster.
But if they were too strong, who knows, the monster might have fled first.
Right now, Jiang Long and Guanling Mountain were employing all of their tactics, thinking they had victory in their grasp, only to have Su Han take action and swing the balance back, turning the situation into a sight worth seeing.
"Swoosh, swoosh"
The Blood-winged Alligator Dragon swooped down, its wings whipping up a multitude of Wind Blades that swept over both Jiang Long and Guanling Mountain.
Their expressions changed drastically as they leaped and dodged, dismounting from the Vine Snake, skillfully avoiding the Wind Blade attacks.