"Whoosh!"
But at that moment, a long spear shimmering with cold light furiously stabbed from the diagonal, carrying a brazen and domineering aura, arriving in a flash!
"Dammit!"
The Heavenly Corpse Old Man cursed angrily. One of his palms was shrouded in grey mist, his skin full of wrinkles, and his fingernails grew out like blades, striking towards the incoming spear.
"Boom!"
The air trembled, and the Heavenly Corpse Old Man was forced to retreat again and again.
The person who made the move was none other than Mo Junling. A cold light flashed in his eyes, "This spoils of war doesn't belong to you!"
