"Heh, clueless, Tang Tiansong, you're the one seeking death, no one else to blame. In this world, no one can stand against my Cauldron Breath. You and that little one both must die!"
Dongfang Liuli saw the drastic change in Tang Tiansong's expression and laughed heartily.
The laughter was sharp and piercing.
Little Wuya heard this and looked down at Little Zhiyo.
Little Zhiyo's face didn't look good either, originally rosy, now pale like gold paper. Beads of sweat continuously streamed down his forehead, showing how painful it was for him.
When Little Zhiyo was hit by Dongfang Liuli, a stream of Black Cauldron Breath also entered his body.
His internal organs felt like they were being grabbed by a giant hand, relentlessly tearing at them, Little Zhiyo felt like his whole body was about to explode.
"Little Wuya, take those children and leave first."
Little Zhiyo endured the excruciating pain, fearing that under the influence of the black aura, he might do harm to Little Wuya.
