An umbrella-shaped weapon appeared in Zhan Wushuang’s hand. The next moment, he opened the umbrella and the surrounding death aura automatically retreated.
He held the umbrella and led the late-stage sun-moon expert of the Heavenly Yi Celestial race. They walked through the air and looked down at the dead spirits.
As for the dead spirits, they automatically ignored him.
Zhan Wushuang’s face was cold. Divine light burst out of his eyes and he kept glancing at the dead souls.
Was Su Yu hiding among them?
It was very chaotic at the beginning. The human race was making trouble and killing everywhere. The dead souls kept appearing and running around. They had no time to carefully investigate.
Now, the immortal race, demon race, and Dragon race were all staring at the human experts. In fact, everyone had a tacit understanding.
Find Su Yu!
It was a good thing that the Celestials had lost, but Su Yu had to be killed!
