"So, is it of any use?" After getting over his shock, Fang Pian Four glanced at the gothic loli, "We're all going to die anyway, knowing there's Holy Liquid here is useless, my foolish little sister."
"Big brother, if we weren't about to die, I would definitely crack your skull open," Yuan Zhoulv said lightly, then closed his eyes to meet death.
Every ten seconds, an explosion of flesh and blood erupted in front of them, causing the Spirit Masters to curse in terror and struggle in despair, but to no avail.
In just two minutes, twelve Spirit Masters had died.
The man on the TV screen flickered, and the black-and-white face inside slowly closed its eyes, more like a memorial photo now.
Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng exchanged glances.
"Can you summon the deity behind you?" Mu Qingtong asked through spiritual communication.
"Obviously not."
Hearing the negative answer, Mu Qingtong's eyebrows slightly furrowed. It seemed she had to reveal her trump card this time.
