Seeing Mo Xuanyu charging, Yang Zhenshan's figure flashed, blocking in front of Xuanzhen.
Xuanzhen cooperatively added the Golden Light Divine Spell to Yang Zhenshan, the golden light swirling around like a battle armor draped over Yang Zhenshan's body.
"Die for me!"
Mo Xuanyu squeezed out three words from his mouth, his blood-red face becoming even more ferocious.
He hated, hated Xuanzhen, and also hated Yang Zhenshan.
At this moment, he had only one thought: to devour these two bastards alive.
His millstone-sized fist smashed towards Yang Zhenshan's head.
Yang Zhenshan coldly snorted, flicking his right hand, turning the dazzling golden light into a long spear, charging head-on.
The golden light brought by the Golden Light Divine Spell could not only protect the body, but also transform in myriad ways.
The Spear Intent blessed, Wood Divine Thunder appeared.
As the spear light dazzlingly aimed straight at Mo Xuanyu's throat.
