"Not good, something's happened to Third Brother!"
"Get in quickly!"
The middle-aged man and his young companion guarding the prison gate heard the screams from inside. Both extended their spiritual sense into the prison and charged forward immediately.
Han Dong's body was rigid.
She turned her neck to look at her shoulder.
She found a little cyan snake, slender like a chopstick, perched on her shoulder, swaying its head.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Suddenly, two sharp objects shot in from the outside.
A golden needle.
A flying saber.
"Ha!"
The little cyan snake opened its mouth and blew a breath of cold air forward.
The golden needle and flying saber froze in the air.
After that, two figures appeared, their faces covered in frost and terror.
"Cyan Snake Demon."
The middle-aged man recognized the little cyan snake and immediately turned to leave.
