Therefore, they could only stand there with a cold body, not daring to move an inch, for fear that the blood-stained Mithril would hit their heads.
"This old man's life force is really tenacious." Looking at Wen Danqing's face full of blood and mud, Ling Chuxi also sighed. If it was anyone else, they would have died more than ten times after being beaten up like this. This old man could actually still scream.
Ling Chuxi finally recovered some of her Yuan Qi. She gripped Luo Chen sword tightly and walked towards Wen Danqing.
Although Little Phoenix, little meatball, and the others had entered the mature stage and advanced into the ranks of divine beasts, they had just advanced and their strength was not too strong. The strongest Little Phoenix was estimated to be about the same as her, early mystique venerable rank, while little meatball and little fatty were only equivalent to position Supreme.
