"Unfortunately, Zuo Shen's strength is still a little lacking.”
Yang Xi whispered.
Just as the three women beside him were surprised, the battle that seemed to be evenly matched came to an abrupt end.
"Phew... Huff..."
The Red Devil was panting heavily. His body was still slowly recovering. Clearly, Zuo Shen had caused him a huge amount of damage in the battle just now.
However, he stretched out his left arm and held Zuo Shen's bird head tightly in his hand.
At this moment, this arrogant elite warrior of the Free Army was covered in wounds. He could not even maintain his bloodline transformation. Even his bird head had turned into an ordinary-looking young man.
However, he did not faint. He stared at his only eye that was still intact. The other eye had been beaten until it was swollen and could only be opened a crack.
