The long corpse of the Disaster Centipede divided the battlefield on the mountaintop. Because the corpse was too huge, Ji Ruo and Liang Shixian could not see the battle on the other side.
However, he could make a simple judgment based on the constantly shaking ground, as well as the furious roars and painful hisses of the demons.
Amongst them, the Wind God Falcon's aunty chirped happily and excitedly. It was obvious that she had the upper hand in this battle.
However, the cries of the other demons were still loud and vigorous. It seemed that the outcome would not be decided in a short period of time. The reason why the Tribulation Centipede died so hastily was mainly because of the racial restraint.
Birds were the natural enemies of insects.
"Child, now is... What's going on?"
Gu Xing Zhou mumbled. He was already prepared to die, but he did not expect the situation to take such a drastic turn.
