Who Is the Winner?

"Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!"

The Crystal Scorpion suffered a serious injury at the end of its abdomen. Under the excruciating pain, it randomly moved its six pairs of appendages.

It had a resolute personality. It knew that it had lost its strongest weapon. It still swung its pincers arrogantly, leaving bloody lacerations on the Demon Ape's legs.

"Wu!!!"

Ah Zhou turned around and slapped it twice. It used its absolute strength to break free from the Crystal Scorpion's pincers. Then, it twisted it and lifted it into the air. It was about to smash it to the ground with violence.

"B*stard, enough!"

A light door appeared and swallowed the Crystal Scorpion.

The Demon Ape and Bai Wushang turned their heads at the same time. One of them was panting and its eyes were brutal, the other gently covered the wound on his neck. His face was calm like water, but his eyes were like two knives, looking at the source of the sound.