"What the hell?"
The hair on the Cheap Cat's body stood on end. After hearing what Mo Xueling had said, it gave a strange yelp and glued its eyes on the massive shadow.
The shadow cast a dark shade, one of its eyes was already ten times larger than Yang Zhen's. The black aura around it surged like a stormy sea, fluctuating irregularly, like some sort of eerie flames, causing people's hair to stand on end.
Yang Zhen killed the last little shadow. As he lifted his head to look, he was startled: "Oh no, after defeating the little ones, the big one came out."
Hua Youyue landed beside Yang Zhen, and said with a fluctuating face: "Be careful, Mo Lingnu said this thing is called Evil Shadow Black Glutton!"
"Cross-Eyed Black Iron?" Yang Zhen made a weird face: "Sounds formidable. Miss, protect me, I will kill it!"
Hua Youyue took a deep breath and nodded: "You..."
