"Not good!"
The intense scent of death rushed towards Zhou Qing, causing his scalp to tingle and he felt his Qi Blood within about to extinguish, thus he decisively abandoned his attempt to kill Wang Xuantian, seeking to retreat.
But in the next breath.
Wang Xuantian suddenly reached out and grabbed his sword-wielding wrist.
"Why the haste to leave?"
Suddenly, terrifying black fog surged out from Wang Xuantian's body, and the slender hand clamping Zhou Qing pulled forcefully. An immense terrifying force far surpassing the previous made Zhou Qing, even in his burning blood state, hard to resist, causing him to crash towards Wang Xuantian's embrace.
The flesh-covered face instantly became full, and then a massive bloody mouth opened wide.
Biting down.
"Ah!"
