"Brother Yue!"
Guo Jing came to his senses. When he saw Yue Fei being sent flying, a nervous expression appeared on his face.
"Worry about yourself!"
The soft voice held a certain allure. Soon after, like a rain shower, chunks of flesh swiftly enveloped Guo Jing.
"You'll bear the consequences!"
Guo Jing's expression became serious. A torrent of golden spiritual energy surged forth, forcefully dispersing the flesh. He also noticed that the flesh had fallen from the female Ghoul's wings and bore traces of blood, which was revolting.
"I'm fine!"
A voice came from afar, which made Guo Jing calm down. He stared at the female Ghoul in front of him.
"What a strong impact. I wonder if you can satisfy me."
Dia's tone was gentle as if she was wheedling to her lover. Her voice was filled with strange power.
However, Guo Jing's expression did not change. After all, this foreign race was too disgusting.
