Blow up Night Owl

However…

Night Owl's moving fingers made contact with the inscription bomb, and it was cold to the touch.

He really wanted to warn Mo Lan to take the inscription bombs away. Otherwise, they would explode!

Also, that disciple of hers was a traitor! A blatant traitor!

Because of his anger, Night Owl's face was flushed and covered in sweat.

Mo Lan frowned. "The crown prince's condition isn't good. We have to inject the liquid quickly."

As she spoke, Mo Lan took out a syringe and was about to inject the Immortal Spiritual Fruit medicinal liquid into Night Owl's body.

At such a critical moment!

Boom!

There was a loud explosion outside!

A small fist-sized inscription bomb could blow up a house.

Of course, the main courtyard was protected by a formation, but Feng Wu was an expert at dismantling formations, so she had already made preparations.