Everyone stared at the spectacle, completely terrified. Some of the timid ones even lost control of their bowels and couldn't even muster the strength to run away.
"Orochi? Anpei Lan really thinks highly of me!" An Yiqing sneered coldly, darting out of the protective circle of the Thirteen Blood Generals, wielding the Qingying Sword as she charged forward. Everyone was already injured, so they had to resolve the battle quickly before their strength drained away.
"Miss!" An Zhifeng's face turned pale, and he immediately wanted to rush out, but Long Zixuan pulled him back.
"You stay here and adjust your Inner Breath. It's just a small snake; I'll handle it!" With that, a flash of purple light appeared, and the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon revealed its true form, charging toward Orochi.
Fatty Mao Er looked at Long Zixuan's figure and raised her small eyebrows, "How could I miss out on such fun! You stay here; I'm going to join the action!"
