Or rather, having to stay behind to deal with the Cyan Snake King and Jiang Feng, the arm's owner couldn't run too far.
"Jiang Feng, this old man would like to make a deal with you."
The Cyan Snake King said painfully.
He used the Cyan Snake Cold Qi to freeze himself, transforming into a giant ice sculpture.
Blood light seeped through the ice layers, continuing its attack on him.
The surrounding blood-colored shackles tightened more and more, causing the ice to fracture with cracks appearing on its surface.
"Speak."
Jiang Feng was expressionless.
"Mo Changlin isn't very strong; he's certainly using Forbidden Magic. He disperses his disciples, leaving the Divine Sect's reputation false. It's all caused by us, so after he kills me, he won't let you off either."
The Cyan Snake King said.
"Get to the point, no nonsense."
Jiang Feng was a little impatient.
"I will help you break the Blood God Curse if you spare my grandson's life, can you?"
