At this moment, the little Phoenix's seven-colored wings were brilliant and resplendent, and its figure was elegant and Holy. Other than being a few sizes smaller and a little fatter, it was no different from a real phoenix. However, it was still as funny as before when he grabbed a huge piece of adamantine and Mithril and flew up and down clumsily.
Of course, Wen daochang did not find this scene funny at all. He only felt his scalp go numb.
Wen Danqing raised his palm with difficulty and slapped the Mithril that was coming at him.
Hong, the pitiful heavenly venerable one was once again sent flying, and spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood.
The members of the Teng family were dumbfounded.
What kind of situation was this?
Previously, they had the determination to risk their lives to protect Grandmaster Huang who was on the verge of death, but wasn't the current situation too much for them to react? Happiness came too quickly, catching people off guard!
