The huge mouth closed, and razor-sharp fangs came crashing down. With unstoppable force, they ground the stones, metal, plants, and everything else inside it into powder.
Jian Lan was no exception. When a row of fangs rolled over him, his mutilated body was instantly crushed into minced meat.
Shatuo chewed back and forth, and Jian Lan was crushed in the blink of an eye.
At the moment of his death, a thought arose in his mind.
Fortunately, one blood descendant remains.
Blood descendants were created through a Blood Bestowal from the Heavenly Ghost, and possessed the Heavenly Ghost's vital essence.
Even if the Heavenly Ghost died, it could use that drop of vital essence to revive within the body of its blood descendant.
Although a reborn Heavenly Ghost would be incomparable to its original self in both power and inheritance,
as long as it was given enough time, it would one day be able to recover to its former level.
That was also why Jian Lan had asked Jian Hongmao to withdraw earlier.
Now, he could only place his hopes on this blood descendant.
At that moment.
Jian Hongmao was staring intently at Chu Hao.
The sudden outburst of Zhurong's immortal art had affected them as well.
Fortunately, the explosion had taken place some distance from the building they occupied. The hollow in the ground blasted open by the immortal art had stopped when its edge reached a nearby street.
Thus, although their gambling match had been affected, it could still continue.
At this moment, Chu Hao smiled and pushed all his chips into the pot.
It was not the first time he had done this. In the previous rounds, Jian Hongmao had refrained from calling out of caution.
He had not expected Chu Hao to do it again.
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