His expression turned gloomy at first, but then it returned to normal.
After all, Xiang four was already half-crippled and after dying once, even if she was lucky enough to survive, her combat strength would be greatly reduced and she was not a threat.
Although Yi Chang was not dead, he looked like he was on the verge of death. It was only a matter of time before he died. The most important thing now was to find a way to get rid of song qingxiao.
Song qingxiao did not look at fan Wu, but at Yi Chang.
“..”Yi Chang's hair moved as he mumbled softly. His head, which had been lowered all this time, was slowly lifted.
Under the dry white hair was a face that looked like a dried corpse. The cheeks were deeply sunken and stuck to the skeleton, like a skull with dried skin and meat.
His eyes were dry and lusterless, like two dried up Wells. He probably couldn't see the scene inside the Holy Temple.
