"Those three from the Phoenix clan have low realms, they're probably going to be unlucky..."
Pu Yanlan thought the same, her elegant brows furrowed, yet she remained silent. She saw that the dual-headed elder indeed planned to pick the softest persimmon to pinch, turning towards the three from the Phoenix clan. Lao San made a quick decision, picking up Lao Si,
"Lao Wu, run quickly!"
The three hurriedly ran deeper into the hall, and the dual-headed elder let out a strange laugh,
"Can you escape?"
As soon as the words fell, a black shadow flickered and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already behind the three, reaching out to grab. A demon claw reached towards the Lao Si being carried by Lao San, surprising Lao Wu. He swung his long whip, wrapping around the elder's arm, transforming into a large fiery red snake that coiled up the elder's arm and bit towards one of his heads. The elder snorted coldly and opened his mouth,
"Heh..."
