With a thought, the nine-colored light in the domain suddenly increased, and the temperature increased again. The soft sword on Beiting Jian's body wrapped around him even tighter. The divine beast armor finally broke, and the abyssal terrain scorpion fell off Beiting Jian's body. The nine-colored fire pounced on the poor scorpion and instantly turned it to ashes.
Without the magical beast to protect him, the soft sword wrapped in nine-colored flames roasted his body, and a charred smell spread out. Beiting Huang couldn't accept this smell herself. Seeing that Beiting Jian's head was already drooping and he couldn't even curse, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. Forget it. For the sake of her cheap grandfather, she should let this old thing die as soon as possible!