"Wo...ma..."
The Ghost Car Dharma Body let out a low growl from its throat, akin to the sound of sandpaper scraping, filled with greed and longing.
As if a ravenous fierce beast has caught the scent of a world-class delicacy after millennia of hunger.
"Is...it her?!"
"It is...it is..."
The Snake Transformation Dharma Body responded greedily, its massive tail slapping the air with excitement, creating a dull thud.
The next second, the two Fierce God's Magical Bodies completely ignored Fang Qingyu, who stood with his sword in hand.
As if he were nothing more than an insignificant obstruction.
Their eyes only fixed on the direction of the towering flames.
"Move...aside..."
The Ghost Car Dharma Body hoarsely growled at Fang Qingyu, with a commanding, superior tone, "We...won't kill you...now...you can...run."
At these words, Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback.
