"Stupid crocodile, all you know is to grab heads with me."
At this moment, the Single-Horned Mad Bull's body was inexplicably cut into dozens of pieces. Because it was enveloped by the dragon shadow, its soul couldn't escape. It could only watch as a big crab dragged its body into its mouth.
"Patriarch Silver Wolf, help me!"
The Patriarch of the Primordial Silver Wolf Race didn't pay attention to him at all. At this moment, he even felt a chill down his spine. Five, five f*cking super strong masters had already appeared. Each of the five was no weaker than the three of them, or even stronger.
Besides, at this moment, the Godfiend Sea had already begun to open. A big turtle swam out, and a turtle shell rose to the sky. The Great Dao here seemed to be about to be frozen.
It was none other than the old turtle, Grand Emperor Mystic Martial.
The patriarch of the Silver Wolf Race roared, "Go!"
