"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm the son of the Left Priest of the Bright Divine Hall, the Young Master of the Yuan Family, whatever you want, I can give it to you." Yuan Xiangzhi wailed hysterically, tears streaming down his face.
Unfortunately, he hadn't considered that the pride of the giant dragon would not regard him, a mere son of the Left Priest, with any significance.
Seeing the Demon Dragon approaching, Yuan Xiangzhi's tightly clenched legs trembled, and a warm, foul liquid again flowed out.
Gao Weihu and Su Bao'er were not as pathetic as him; they tightly gripped their weapons, but unfortunately, their spiritual power felt trapped like in a quagmire, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't mobilize it.
"Eight Desolates, Divine Fall!" At this moment, Mu Hanyan's clear voice rang out again, and a flaming spear aimed straight at the giant dragon's chest.
