Nine-Tailed True Crow

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang grabbed Prince Mo's neck with one hand and put his other hand into his arms.

Under the combined attack of the five mysterious figures, Cheng Qing could not hold on for too long, and he was already starting to find it difficult to hold on.

He wanted to find the Heaven-patterned Bone Armor in less than ten breaths and escape from this place.

However, at the next moment, a brutal look suddenly flashed in the eyes of the completely immobile Prince Mo. The palm behind his back emitted a faint light and directly stabbed at Jian Wushuang.

A strong sense of danger welled up in his heart. Almost at the same time as the dim light stabbed toward him, he moved his head away by an inch.

However, it was still too late. The palm with dim light left a long and narrow wound on Jian Wushuang's neck, and divine blood spurted out.