None of the powerful figures knew that Qu Hanming had already retreated earlier, taking Xu He and the others somewhere safe. They all thought Qu Hanming had been blasted away and injured because he had been too close.
In any case, the scene gradually calmed down.
Everyone rose into the air again, their eyes fixed intently on the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast. At the same time, they stared at the wind-thunder cage on its back. The Frost Swordsman devil had ultimately still been captured by it.
Just then, the heavily injured Qu Hanming called out loudly again, "The Thousand Kings Holy Tower is mighty! The Roaring Beast is mighty!"
The moment those words came out, the corners of everyone's mouths around him twitched wildly again. Even wounded to this extent, he still did not forget to brownnose. He truly deserved to die.
But in truth, Qu Hanming was terribly anxious inside. Sikong Little Devil... he had not really been trapped, had he?
He absolutely could not be. The poison in Qu Hanming's body had yet to be cured.
"The Wind Thunder Roaring Beast is mighty..."
In any case, with Qu Hanming taking the lead, the crowd of flatterers around them refused to fall behind and began laying it on thick. This immediately made the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast even more smug...
Suddenly... BANG!
With a sweep of its tail, it sent the wind-thunder cage trapping Sikong Jing and the other person flying.
It hurled it straight toward the remaining nine of the Wind Thunder Ten Generals, saying at the same time, "Frost Swordsman, I leave him to you to deal with."
It was a demonic beast, after all. Naturally, it could not be bothered with such messy affairs.
Thus, the wind-thunder cage continued moving away from the Wind Thunder Roaring