The blood vessels in the arms of Green Wood Old Demon transformed into dense vines, weaving into a shield in front of him to block the sword, but he couldn't immediately free himself.
Zhao Rui seized the opportunity to descend from the sky, aiming to pluck off Tian Wu's head with the bronze dragon claw.
"Roar!"
A tiger's roar echoed, as Geng Canmao intervened with a broadsword.
"Mr. Geng?"
Zhao Rui's zombie face couldn't express emotions, but his voice was filled with confusion: "Didn't you want to kill this person? Why are you now saving him?!"
"You think I want to?!"
Geng Canmao reluctantly glanced at the distant Nine-tailed Fox Demon, who shot a warning glare at him.
"Fool, don't ruin the big plan!"
"..."
Geng Canmao had to suppress his anger and continue protecting Tian Wu.
The Nine-tailed Fox Demon, meanwhile, engaged Mu Qingming in a continuous duel.
