Chirp, chirp.
Several Blood Monkeys shot through the air. In the dim ice cavern, only streaks of bloody shadows could be seen as they lunged at Luo Qing, who was shielding Lu Xiaotian, their auras ferocious and murderous, their teeth bared.
"Old Devil Xun Hong, what's there to discuss with these two little girls? Could it be that after we divide the dragon essence, Xiang Kuang will let us off just because we didn't touch Princess Yuxin?" The Blood Monkey Ghost King gave a sinister laugh. "In any case, all of them have to die!"
"Caw, caw!" Hearing the Blood Monkey Ghost King's words, the fluttering Little Fire Crow immediately widened its two bright black eyes. Three of the seven strands of Fanluo True Flame split away and transformed into blue-white fire crows. With a flash through the air, they recklessly crashed into the Blood Monkeys.
Caught off guard, several Blood Monkeys collided with the blue-white flaming crows. The moment the blue-white fire crows touched them, the flames surged as if oil had been thrown onto a fire.
The Buddhist aura of the Fanluo True Flame carried astonishing heat. The few Blood Monkeys shrieked miserably as they burned, and in the blink of an eye, they were reduced to wisps of smoke. A great mass of blue-white flames once again took the shape of fire crows and curved around toward the Blood Monkey Ghost King.
"What terrifying Buddhist true fire!" The Blood Monkey Ghost King cried out in pain as well. The few Blood Monkeys he had condensed from ghostly power were no ordinary creatures, yet they had been burned to ashes without the slightest ability to fight back. He looked at the black, scruffy Little Fire Crow like a wild pheasant, his face filled with fear.
"Caw, caw!" Little