Boom! Boom!
His fist that contained the power of the Golden Dragon Spirit of Luck shot out two fist beams.
"Ah—"
The two heretics screamed miserably. Their bodies seemed to have melted by the fist light and turned into black particles that flew in the wind.
"Roar!"
Seeing this scene, the dragon spirit cried out.
"Fuck, I forgot…"
Lin Ye shrugged and chuckled. "It's okay. Just suck it up and absorb whatever you can."
As he spoke, he pointed at Yang Fusheng who was stealing food at the corner.
"Roar—"
The Golden Dragon Spirit of Luck glared at him and quickly started devouring together with Yang Fusheng. It flew up and down from time to time, looking busy.
Seeing the dragon and corpse fighting crazily, Lin Ye did not idle either.
