"Ao Hong..."
Subconsciously, Shen Luo was about to call out the name of the handsome man, but his line of sight quickly shifted to the figure that appeared in the distance on the other side.
Underneath a giant Kun peng bone over there, a burly man dressed in a black robe with an eight-sided black crown on his head was standing. His long black hair was spread behind him, and the black demonic Qi that had been surrounding him when Shen Luo first saw him was gone, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man. He was the three-headed demon flood dragon.
"Brother Shen, be careful..." As Ao Hong saw the two of them, he immediately shouted a warning.
As he spoke, he turned his wrist and held the Flying Dragon Spear in his palm, rushing towards Shen Luo. However, his movements seemed slightly delayed.
As soon as Shen Luo heard the shout, he instinctively took a step back.
