hunting the devil ancestor
"roar!"
the blood lion opened its bloody mouth, and behind it was a monstrous wave of blood.
amidst the violent roars, bai wushang let out a muffled groan and stepped back on the sky god.
sure enough, the pope's crown couldn't defend against the evil spirit's attack!
his spiritual interference, or rather, the forceful interference of his furious will, was a completely different concept compared to the weak gluttony.
only bai wushang's spirit body was strong, and the pet's ability to feed him was endless.
if it was anyone else, even the judgement dragon cavalry at the peak of saint venerable, might not be able to withstand such an impact.
"shua shua shua"
the blood lion didn't dare to take the attack head-on and dodged with a flash.
his anger grew, and with hysterical madness, he was on the verge of losing control. "
" my fire of fury actually has no effect on you?! "