But before he could run far, a shadow flashed quickly in front of him, and the next moment, he felt something grabbing his neck and a sense of weightlessness.
"Bang!"
The Blood Erosion Tyrant grabbed his neck and smashed him directly on the ground, stepping on and breaking the Demon Race person's arm. With scarlet eyes staring at him coldly, he asked, "The Spiritual Pearl? Did you throw it in there?"
"Hmm?"
The Demon Race person came to his senses but did not show a painful expression on his face; the broken arm had long been numbed by Tang Ruobing's cold ice, and now even being broken felt nothing.
But that's not the key point. He had just run out of the Wailing Mountains, and immediately met the rushing Blood Erosion Tyrant.
Short-tailed Cat!
You damn well wait for me!
