"Wuuuu~~~~~~"
Little Mo Xie lay on Chu Mu's shoulder, sharing a telepathic bond with Chu Mu. Chu Mu's inner resentment was also Mo Xie's resentment. Even though it maintained the appearance of Chu Lian, Mo Xie's silver eyes shot through the eyes of the two Soul Pets like a cold, sharp sword!
The deep purple figure continued to walk forward, seemingly weaker compared to the two sturdy Blood Beasts. However, Chu Mu's aura, cultivated through countless battles, was enough to suppress these two Blood Beasts!
Thirty meters...Twenty meters...
On the 300-meter-long square battlefield, Chu Mu had been walking forward since he stepped onto the field. Yang Zhiren watched the cold and aloof man approaching step by step. He could feel that Chu Mu hadn't even glanced at himself from beginning to end, and completely ignored the two Soul Pets he summoned!
