Thump!
The humanoid demonic beast's voice stopped abruptly. His entire body flew horizontally, and a clear handprint appeared on his right face again.
The air at the scene seemed to suddenly freeze, and it became abnormally quiet.
The thousands of demonic beasts widened their eyes and couldn't make a sound. Are we seeing this wrongly?
The humanoid demonic beast flew in the air, and two streams of tears flew out.
The grievance in his heart threatened to overflow.
How could this happen?
How could a fourth-rank martial artist hit me?
Bang!
The humanoid demonic beast crashed heavily on the ground. He was facing the sky, his eyes empty, his face filled with despair.
"Too weak." Zhou Shu shook his head.
Shi Songtao: "…"
Haitang: "…"
Even Yin Wuyou was speechless. "Zhou Shu, you will get beaten up like this…"