This kind of Quasi-Saint Weapon that was carefully nurtured would be more suitable for him than the foreign Quasi-Saint Weapon.
It was also more comfortable to use.
But now, all of this had been ruined by that brat.
Shen Hua's eyes turned red at the thought of the heavy price he had to pay.
He stared at Su Mo with a twisted expression, and his body trembled as he prepared to charge forward.
In the end, he was stopped by the last bit of rationality left.
She was prepared to escape on the spot and settle this score with him in the future.
After all, there were only thirty breaths left before the Spirit Confusion Powder dissipated.
He had to think of a way to escape within thirty breaths.
Time was unprecedentedly tight.
Shenhua passed by Su Mo and turned to the other viewing area.
He plunged into the chaotic scene.
Like a fish, he escaped through the gaps between the demons.
