Seeing the purple-robed and yellow-robed elders attacking, the Black Feathered Chicken displayed a triumphant cunning expression, swinging a big foot forward, instantly kicking away the Demon God's corpse it had just held in its embrace.
Gesturing to the Four Fierce Eight Hammers: "Form the array, let them witness the power of the formation after Chicken Lord has corrected it. Those two old geezers dare to make a move on Chicken Lord's turf, knowing no fear."
The Black Feathered Chicken was crafty and calculating, its eyes flashing with killing aura.
These old fools, had wanted to take them out for a long time, dare to come snatch the monster, damn it, originally wanted Shi Fanzhen and the others to practice against them, but they were all scared away.
Scared away as they were, behaving like Lei Feng, this shamelessly, two Half-step Supremes actually aiming for two Ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Bird Flowers, what ambition?
They must be taught a lesson!
