"Die, all of you die!" Li Geshu roared, the Xuan Crystal Cannon in her hand emitting astonishing Dark Power fluctuations, the Dark Crystal Bomb burst forth like a meteor tearing through the sky.
Carrying tremendous energy, the Dark Crystal Bomb whistled along, bearing the power of death, and lunged towards Liao Yuejinghua and Xie Yu.
The Dark Crystal Bomb, like a monstrous serpent, opened its greedy mouth, distorting the air wherever it passed.
The trees on both sides were affected by the Dark Power, uprooted from the ground. Yue Jinghua's pupils contracted sharply, fixated on that Dark Crystal Bomb, seemingly with no way to retreat.
Qing Pu gasped.
Midnight had passed, the moisture from the damp soil made the dense forest seem a lot fresher.
"Drip, drip," drops of viscous, glaring liquid mixed into the soil.
