"Then you go, and don't drag me into it." The Red Demonic Spirit's soul was almost gone.
Watching Gao Ba, who was with the Black Demonic Spirit, slaughter left and right, with none able to stand against him, Ye Chen was somewhat frightened and said, "He must have taken some messy drugs; otherwise, how could he have turned himself into this state?"
Yang Tao'er came down and asked, "Are you scared? Otherwise, I'll give you a couple of needles, and you'll be invulnerable to swords and guns."
"I'm afraid you'll leave me paralyzed. You better go and stick it to that beast that lacks humanity. I'm not going to be your guinea pig." Ye Chen quickly stepped back.
However, Gao Ba seemed to have set his sights on him and came swooping over with a flap of his wings.
Ye Chen's agile sword didn't seem to pose much of a threat.
"He really is invulnerable to swords and guns," Ye Chen said.
"I saw it; it must be some messy drugs."
