She panted and was waiting for the pain to come when she heard song Qing's cold voice, "
"Draw the ground as a prison, trap!"
At the critical moment, Xiang si was stunned. The death she expected did not come. The shadow that was approaching her froze as soon as song qingxiao's voice fell.
The girl raised her head in shock and saw that the falling Dragon Claw seemed to be bound by an invisible restriction and stopped about a meter above her head.
The dragon's wide-open claws were like a piece of carving art that exuded a cold air. The occasional slight movement of the slightly curved long armor proved that this was not a model, but a living thing.
"What are you doing?" Song Qing shouted coldly. Xiang four immediately shivered and came back to his senses. He covered his chest and with a flash of spiritual energy, he disappeared from his original position.
