Sun Zhengfang's expression was very solemn as he said in a deep voice, "No good, Night Charm's momentum is too fast.
Wei Long, stop her!"
Clearly, Sun Zhengfang was still not fully confident in Lu Ran.
Had it been Deng Yuxiang taking the lead in the offense, Sun Zhengfang would not dare to act recklessly.
After all, the speed of North Wind Believer was astonishingly fast, and should the Prisoner Demon believers make a rash move, it might very well inconvenience Deng Yuxiang.
"Crackle crackle..."
In the midst of the rain curtain, suddenly a series of blood-colored chains emerged, trying to block Night Charm's charge.
"Hiss!"
The usually silent and reticent Night Charm suddenly let out a piercing shriek.
It was clear that she was truly enraged and intended to brutally torment that little lamb.
Anyone who obstructed her path was going to bear the brunt of her fury.
"Whoosh!"
Night Charm strode like a shooting star, abruptly thrusting her hand forward.
