"Livestock, go to hell!" Zhao Hong stood behind the Demon Moon Palace, instantly shining within the Life Palace.
Under the power of Ming Palace, he raised Chang Dao over his head, the Life Force around Chang Dao "gurgling" as it transformed into a whirlwind.
After taking a big gulp of wine, Chang Dao was enraged and shocked. It swirled Yuan Qi's eyelashes, forming a two-inch Sword Light, like a piercing line, slicing off the thick evil moon's neck.
"Wow
The final scream suddenly resounded, reaching the highest note.
"Ascend!"
The monster's moon-grey big head echoed, its enormous body twisted a few more times, then completely fell still.
"Second son, grab the Beads!" Zhao Hong commanded Zhao Yong as he stood on the wicked moon.
"Wait!" Zhao Yonggang was about to move when the sound of the Barbaric sitting posture rang out.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhao Hong looked at the Barbarian sitting there with a profound gaze.
