Seeing the gaunt, blackened old Daoist claw at Zhang Ming's head, Wu Situ's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness.
Although the gains from today could be divided afterward, it naturally made a difference whose hands the enemy ended up in.
Seeing this, the man in the black cloak fiercely gritted his teeth. The purple-fire chain transformed into a monstrous lizard covered in purple scales, its long tail sweeping through the air.
Foul purple mucus dripped from its mouth as two rows of sharp, thick yellow teeth bit toward Zhao Min's neck.
At the same time, black crows with red eyes flew out from beneath his cloak. Though there were only a little over a hundred of them, they too swooped toward the gu insects.
The deep blue surrounding Zhao Min had already taken on a patch of dark red as she began madly burning her blood essence.
Despite her pale face, Zhao Min ignored the attack of the purple-scaled monstrous lizard and allowed it to bite down on the side of her right neck with a crunch.
The branches and leaves of the ink-black demonic flower on her snow-white jade neck shook violently. Zhao Min disregarded everything and instantly arrived before the black-cloaked man with the purple-scaled monstrous lizard in tow.
"This woman is insane!"
The black-cloaked man's eyes were filled with horror. He knew that with such desperate exertion, she definitely would not be able to hold on for long.
On the other side, the gaunt, blackened old Daoist's hand also clawed downward, about to touch the crown of Li Yan's now mummified head.
Tears shimmered in Zhao Min's beautiful eyes, and the shriek from her mouth became even more soul-shaking. Yet the black-cloaked man refused to clash with her head-on, fighting as he retreated and focusing on