Under the terrifying pressure, Chen Yangrong could not help swallowing.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Chen Yangrong let out a low roar, his eyes bloodshot as he once again thrust both hands into the stomach wall behind him. The surrounding mangled flesh began to writhe with difficulty once more.
But Lin Qiye was no longer going to give him another chance.
Godzilla's massive body slammed into the stomach wall like a mountain. Its sharp, powerful claws viciously pierced the wall, forcibly tearing off a huge chunk of flesh and slicing all the meatballs that were about to sprout tentacles into a bloody mist.
The dazzling radiance of the Magic Array erupted once more. Godzilla vanished into the sea of blood, and Lin Qiye, restored to his original form with Jialan on his back and Zhanbai in hand, streaked across the seawater like lightning, his golden eyes blazing!
A streak of snow-white blade light ignored space and drifted lightly onto Chen Yangrong's neck.
Fishing Village.
Beneath the Red Moon.
Before the charred houses, Shen Qingzhu's eyes first lit up when he saw An Qingyu approaching from afar with a coffin on his back.
But when he saw An Qingyu pick up the bloodstained woodcutter's knife from the ground, the hand holding his cigarette trembled, and his brow furrowed tightly.
After hesitating for a moment, he still rose from the steps and walked up to An Qingyu.
"Cool Bro." An Qingyu shifted his gaze from Cao Yuan and Baili Pangpang, who were tied together in the distance, to Shen Qingzhu before him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Shen Qingzhu held the cigarette between his lips and stared at An Qingyu's bloodshot eyes. "But... you don't seem to be doing so well."
As if realizing something, An Qingyu rubbed his eyes