"Again!"
Qiu Yan immediately commanded the Soul Devouring Beast.
Having suffered once already, Chen Sanshi had long been prepared. The Purple Lightning Bow in his hand drew full as the moon, and several Golden Scale Flying Blades followed one after another, stabbing straight into the Soul Devouring Beast's mouth.
"Awooo!!!"
The sharp blades sliced through the softest part of its mouth. The Two-headed Soul Devouring Beast's roar turned into a wail, blood gushing from the left head's mouth, while only the right head spewed forth a dense blood mist.
Before Xu Huinan's fist could land, he kicked Brother Zhu straight in the abdomen. Brother Zhu immediately clutched his stomach and dropped to his knees.
With another sigh, she began sorting through the online store's orders. It was already eleven o'clock, and most of the shops outside had closed for the night, but for her, this was when she had the most energy.
Yan Le walked up to the hospital bed. Seeing Han Licheng's eyes tightly shut while his eyelids twitched from time to time, he was clearly awake—perhaps simply unwilling to open his eyes and see anyone. Yan Le said nothing, merely sat beside the bed, took his pulse, and secretly used his X-ray vision to examine his body.
Hearing the blood-robed cultivator mention the Blood Transformation Demonic Art again, Yang Zhentian's right cheek twitched involuntarily.
Just as Gou Chen spoke, the towering pillar of blood rising from beneath Tang Wanying's feet began to undergo subtle changes.
After viciously cursing Ye Zifan in her heart once more, Maizi lowered her head and buried herself in work.
What could we say? What should we say? We ourselves did not know how to face this fact. If these words had come from someone else's mouth, we definitely would not have believed them.