"Look, look at Qiulong's fist!" A Divine Shield member at the front shouted in horror.
At this moment, everyone discovered that Qiulong's fist had already deeply caved in.
The dried corpse's fist seemed embedded in Qiulong's fist.
The fist was blasted with a hole, an unspeakable pain, yet Qiulong gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single cry of pain.
The other fist smashed over.
The dried corpse's lips curled into a disdainful smile, lifting its withered palm to easily stop Qiulong's massive fist.
Obviously, for the immensely powerful Qiulong, the dried corpse's strength was also overwhelming.
Blood began seeping through Qiulong's skin.
"Hm, such powerful blood, even stronger than those previous weaklings." The dried corpse started to absorb Qiulong's blood.
The more powerful the blood, the more it could restore its strength.
"Stop him quickly!" Li Wuyang and Old Master Zhu's faces changed simultaneously.
