"Darn it!"
Li Qingming tossed away the already stiff corpse, his unbeatable Primordial Spirit navigating towards Prince Sangla's mind through the top of the skull.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, a golden little bat flew out of Prince Sangla's mind, swiftly heading towards the top of the Pyramid.
"Indeed, a Vampire!" Li Qingming's eyes flickered with a hint of sharp light as the method of controlling space was once again exerted.
"Squeak, squeak..."
The tiny bat screamed, flapping its wings continuously but was unable to escape wherever it tried.
"Let me go, you rude native! If you kill me, our great emperor will definitely not let you go," the little bat, the size of a palm, entirely golden, with its golden fleshy wings filled with mysterious Tao runes, as if cast from gold, dazzling and eye-catching.
At this moment, it was using its mung bean-sized eyes, filled with resentment, to glare at Li Qingming.
