The moment Zuo Xiaoluo escaped from the Eggshell Hell, Clone Thirteen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
A look of pain appeared on his face, and his expression was somewhat listless.
At the same time.
Behind him, on the giant tree, a layer of creatures exploded and died completely, leaving not even a trace of their bones.
Thirteen wiped the crimson blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke indifferently, "I didn't expect you to escape from the Eggshell Hell so quickly?"
"What surprised me the most is these cultivators; they actually sacrificed their lives to save you. It's truly touching."
"Heh heh..."
"However, this is far from enough. Since I mentioned the Eighteen Layers of Hell, there are still seventeen layers ahead. You merely escaped the Eggshell Hell by luck; now the real hell begins."
Zuo Xiaoluo coldly looked at him.
At this moment, with the support of the will of the three armies and the formation, her strength was many times greater than before.
