Sen Luo's wound had no blood.
Instead, countless tiny vines emerged, wriggling like little snakes, burrowing into Peiqi's arm.
"Another flower vying for beauty!"
As Sen Luo sighed, his body's skin began to swell.
Swish swish swish!
Vines grew within him, and a flower bloomed from his neck.
"At the Great Completion Fourth Stage, it should have taken quite an effort to kill you, but you lost your reason."
The vines in front of Sen Luo's cave entrance weaved together, eventually sealing off the opening.
The surrounding crowd was utterly shocked by this scene.
What kind of power is this?
And this way of killing, it feels so peculiar.
Cruel yet artistic.
Now, it was certain that the opponent was not a pure-blooded member of the Human Race.
Ai Ge stared at the person in disbelief.
The legendary Nightmare was indeed powerful.
With an apple in his left hand, Sen Luo continued to walk towards a blue-eared woman, "That makes thirty-four."
"Stop!"
