The Way It Is [I]

"What's so strange, it's a pity that it's impossible to find it with your cultivation base, and it's useless to find it. That old guy can turn your Majesty into a rotten watermelon with a single slap." Ding Hui laughed teasingly.

Don't worry about the demons attacking, at worst, hide with Yinglong, even if there are hundreds of millions of demons, how about taking Yinglong, who was at the level of Daluo Jinxian?

"What should come has finally come."

Chen Han suddenly stood up from the flying sword, his face became condensed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Angus, bless me with the Blood Feather Wings of the Blood Race."

Accompanied by cadenced magic spells floating in the air, Angus, whose expression was full of reluctance, had to condense his blood to release blood-type flying magic.