"Not good."
Thousand Man Killer had just escaped from the Trembling Demon Curse, and the Demonic God's Battle Spear had already arrived in front of him, directly bombarding his Primordial Spirit.
Attacked by the soul, his Primordial Spirit was on the verge of collapse.
"Puchi."
Thousand Man Killer seemed to have been hit hard, his body trembling violently, spouting a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly pale as paper, and his body was shaky.
"Thousand Man Killer, your Death Day has come."
At that instant, Long Yan appeared in front of Thousand Man Killer like a teleport, and the Purple-gold Dragon Claw mercilessly clawed down from the sky.
"I admit defeat."
In a split second, when the Purple-gold Dragon Claw was less than half a meter away from Thousand Man Killer, he shouted three words.
He chose to admit defeat.
"Ah, what a pity."
Long Yan sighed slightly, withdrew the Purple-gold Dragon Claw, and then molted the dragon body, turning it into human form.
