Su Ping wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't even move his lips.
He thought he was about to burst into tears.
The fading contract in his head was telling him that the Little Skeleton's vitality was declining rapidly, as the pet was on the verge of dying.
Why is it trying so hard?
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Right before all the onlookers, two figures flashed over with a domineering aura. They were none other than the two Celestial enemies.
However, neither Mo Ri nor Ye Chen looked well at the moment. They had indeed dealt a heavy blow to the skeleton, but at a very high cost; their small universes were damaged and would require tens of thousands of years to mend.
"You may rest in peace knowing that a mighty pet has sacrificed itself for your sake!" Ye Chen raised his hand with undisguised fury and killing intent on his face. A destructive black dragon made of Dao Glyphs charged out.
Bang!
