"Creatures covered in scales and horns, born of eggs and wet soil, dare to negotiate with me?"
Boom!
Song Lin's eyes flashed with golden light, and he immediately struck.
The demons felt a chill in their hearts.
Boom!
The ground exploded. Song Lin's speed was too fast, and in a flash, he was in front of Hee Ling.
The indomitable Nine-Transformation Mystical Technique turned his fingers into claws, instantly tearing apart her protective magic power.
His claws dug deeply into Hee Ling's celestial cap, and only now did the woman react.
She never would have imagined that Song Lin dared to kill her, and at such incredible speed.
"You—"
Bang!
Before the sentence was completed, a beautiful, large watermelon exploded.
Song Lin stood amid a mist of blood, entirely shrouded.
An emerald jade coffin ascended into the air, absorbing Hee Ling's corpse and the blood mist.
With incredible speed, Song Lin emerged from the bloody mist, toying with two crystalline eyeballs in his hand.
