The hundred-mile butcher and the desperate singer

in the depths of the ancient tomb, the winged crocodile roared towards the sky. it looked so arrogant that it was rarely seen in the world.

Its godly might was too overwhelming. Not to mention Bai Wushang, even the heavenly leopard King froze for a breath.

When they finally reacted, the fierce light broke through the blood Gu, and the Golden Spears, metal stones, and flying swords roared as they welcomed the attack.

"BOOM! Boom boom boom!"

The two behemoths exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant.

The heavenly leopard King still had the advantage in speed, but the spirit race named " hundred-mile butcher " not only had a bloodline of more than one star, but its ability also leaned toward absolute power.

Once he was hit by it, the injury left behind was enough to make the leopard King vomit a hundred liters of blood.

"Retreat!" Bai Wushang frowned.

This was not a game he could participate in. If he rashly got involved, there would only be endless danger.