Si Mo's gaze turned cold as he tightly protected Mu Qingge and swung his hand.
A powerful surge of demon spiritual power burst from his hand, transforming into a fierce beast with a terrifying roar, rushing at the person.
The person was hit head-on by the 'fierce beast,' spat blood, and was sent flying back.
The demon spiritual power invaded his body, causing fine cracks to explode on his skin. Black magic light burst from those cracks, instantly tearing his body into countless pieces scattered across the ground.
"Leader!"
"It's the leader!"
"The leader is dead!"
It turned out that the person who rushed forward was indeed the leader of the Chongyan Tribe.
"Mere ants."
Beside Mu Qingge's ear, she heard Si Mo's calm and indifferent words.
Her gaze shifted slightly from the shattered remains on the ground to Si Mo, with a trace of concern in her eyes. She noticed the faint blood seeping from his lips.
Her heart felt blocked, heavy, stifled, very uncomfortable.
