Lin Chang'an, who had escaped into the dense fog, took advantage of the miasma that blocked divine sense, revealing a mocking smile.
This Earth Dragon Beast was heavily injured and lost its means of tracking.
Now the roles of attack and defense have reversed!
"Good! Good! You bunch of loose cultivators, you're nothing but a bunch of lowlifes. Do you really think that by getting a bit of luck, you can step onto the path of cultivation?
Today, I will show you that you loose cultivators will always be a group of ones who can't make it!'"
Huang Shaohai was so angry he laughed, not expecting to be underestimated by a loose cultivator today.
Putting the Phoenix Cry Bird into his Spirit Beast Bag, Huang Shaohai flew directly into the air on his sword, taking out a talisman under Lin Chang'an's puzzled gaze.
"What is that!?"
A bad premonition made Lin Chang'an's heart race, and without hesitation, he began to run away.
