Song qingxiao couldn't control it, nor could she destroy it. It would be a waste of time to take it out.
Just as he thought of this, he saw song qingxiao holding the Jade in her palm.
The power of a true dragon's claw was unparalleled. Under the heavy pressure, the little remaining spiritual power in her body was quickly exhausted.
The Jade didn't move, but his meridians seemed to have dried up, and he couldn't use any extra spiritual power.
The black shadows fell layer by layer, and the ground sank.
'Awooo-'
The silver Wolf's urgent howls were suppressed by the heavy dragon breath. Song qingxiao could not see its eyes, but he could sense the anxiety in its howls.
Three hundred meters, five hundred meters, ten meters ...
The claw mark became smaller and smaller. The strong demonic Qi had sealed the space, leaving her with nowhere to hide.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
