"Hmph!"
Ye Wushuang sneered and swiftly threw out the small print in his left hand.
The small print spun rapidly in the air, transforming into a massive stone that hurtled downward with a boom!
"You!"
The Black Fog reshaped into the form of the black-robed man, holding up both hands as if supporting the sky, and caught the falling "huge stone"!
Yun Canghai twirled the gourd in his left hand and pointed its mouth toward the other two black-robed men who were rushing over to help.
The two black-robed men and the demons again showed fear and quickly spread out to either side.
Yun Canghai chuckled softly, and his right hand swiftly shot out the longsword in a flash of light, piercing the black-robed man being suppressed by the small print!
The black-robed man spat blood from the corner of his mouth, appearing furious.