Great formation of destruction
What a powerful divine sense! Ling Chuxi was a little surprised. Even a late stage god level expert like uncle Liang, who had cultivated his primordial soul to the peak, did not have such a strong divine sense.
He wondered who was controlling the two kids.
"Ah!" Without waiting for Ling Chuxi to figure it out, a young man beside Zhou xueting was sent flying by little meatball's brick. Little fatty, who had transformed into a red flame Golden Phoenix, followed up with a breath of demon spirit Fire, burning the man's body to the point where green smoke was rising from it.
Fortunately, the man was also at the peak of the early stage of the sovereign level, and was almost at the middle stage of the sovereign level. He was not directly burned to ashes, but looking at his twitching body, he was afraid that he would not be able to get up for a while.