The sky piled up with layers of dark clouds. The black clouds grew thicker and thicker, gradually swirling like a vortex, while countless lightning serpents writhed and darted through them. At the center was the vortex of black clouds.
"Who is it?"
Tao Zhi Lang frowned. He sensed a force brewing!
"It's the King of Hell!"
Seeing such a terrifying sight, a certain Demon King shouted!
"Impossible. There isn't a trace of energy inside him. He's nothing but a cripple. There must be someone else behind this." The demon Kong Lingzi immediately denied it, and Tao Zhi Lang agreed. It couldn't be Ling Yun.
The others raised their heads one after another, staring at the strange sky.
Bloodthirsty Demon suspected it was Beibei, but after looking at her, he saw that his talisman paper was still inside her body, so he ruled her out as well.
Ling Yun said, "Take them and move farther away."
A huge shadow appeared beside the three little ones. It had emerged from Ling Yun's shadow, yet no one had noticed it.
However, it appeared beneath Little one's shadow without having the slightest effect, because it wasn't needed.
"Mm-hmm!"
Although Beibei was the one who answered, Little one got angry. She grabbed Tao Zhi Lang's sword with one hand and crushed it, then kicked him.
Pfft!
With a splutter, a mouthful of blood spurted from the demon Tao Zhi Lang's mouth.
A suit of silver armor appeared on his body, but the armor's chest was already covered in radiating cracks.
If he hadn't summoned this silver armor at the final moment, the demon Tao Zhi Lang might truly have been seriously injured by Qianqian's kick.
He then stared at Little one in terror. His sword had actually shattered—and it had been crushed by a child.