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"Fuck, damn it!"
Thinking of the Blood Demon General, hung on the wall in a state unrecognizable as human or ghost.
Iron Demon General's eyes suddenly burst with blood, spreading outward, his whole body swelling with terrifying green veins. In this extreme pressure, this life-or-death crisis, he exploded with a ferocity far beyond his past, smashing a punch towards Su Heng's chest with the force of black and red.
At the same time, Yan Qian on his right also reacted.
He spread his hands, red bloodlines crawling from his arms to the tips of his fingers, screeching shrilly as he violently grasped forward.
Wave after wave of strange conical force.
Like a tempest, it furiously targeted every vital spot around Su Heng with no cost spared.
Pang Lian and Yan Qian obviously had a tacit cooperation.
