He Is Hell (3)

Xu Qing rushed through the colorful light of spells and arrived in front of another nonhuman.

This nonhuman was one of the spell casting cultivators. It had wings but it wasn't a Quasi-Immortal, and looked more like a crow-man.

After noticing Xu Qing's arrival, the crow-man's eyes contracted and he tried to retreat, but it was already too late. Xu Qing grabbed its neck and smashed it into the wall at the side.

As the wall rumbled, the crow-man's neck exploded and its head was destroyed. Its corpse then fell to the ground.

"What a pity."

Xu Qing felt regret in his heart. He didn't have time to pull out the other party's golden cores.

With a swing, the crow-man's corpse smashed into the distance.

Looking at the ferocious nonhuman criminals in the surroundings, Xu Qing licked his lips and rushed out again.