By the time Su Hang regained control of his body, he had already entered the maw of the eight-winged black mosquito.
He was utterly bewildered.
What just happened?
Lu Ya Taoist threw me into the beast's mouth.
Fortunately, the flame mark on Su Hang's forehead was resilient enough, frantically absorbing the Primordial Demon Fire, suppressing the onslaught from the demonic monsters.
Even though many were confused about the situation, they understood that the circumstances favored Hua Nation, and it was time for the Precious Lotus Lantern to unleash its divine might.
As a result, even the Seven Treasures Mystical Fire that surged from the Precious Lotus Lantern was absorbed by the flame mark.
Now, Su Hang was like a black hole caught between two attacks, devouring all assaults thrown at him.
"Damn it, Lu Ya, that bastard..." Su Hang was in pain all over, his Undying Primordial Spirit shrinking continuously.
