"Boom...buzz..."
Where Zhao Wujiang stood, there was a huge explosion. The fire was wrapped in demonic and spiritual energy and rippled out, shaking all directions.
The whole island was trembling, the earthquake opened ravines, and the sea water in all directions trembled and raised waves.
In the aftermath of the shock wave when the cat stood up with its tiger body, the bright silver hair flew back, and the strange pupils were filled with white light. There was a sinister look between his brows, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
This attack, the aftermath of the explosion alone was so powerful. You can imagine how tragic the center area was. It is no exaggeration to say that it was like hell.
This evil man gave him too much pressure, and now he finally solved this serious problem.
The other big demons were hit by the aftermath and retreated continuously. Their combined attack this time almost drained all the cultivation power in their bodies. There was no way they were weak!
The aftermath is dissipating, and the strong wind has blown away the withered vegetation of countless winter days and scattered the rustling snowflakes between the sky and the earth.
The remains of the broken arm were still filled with gray smoke, mixed with the light of fire.
Just when the great demons of the Sirius Clan and the Howling Tiger Clan breathed a sigh of relief, a hoarse and weak roar came from the smoke and dust of the ruins, filled with rage:
"Is this your strength?
weak!
weak!
weak! "
The great demons of the Sirius Clan and the Howling Tiger Clan suddenly panicked, staring at the smoke and fire in the ruins in disbelief.
Mao BuTong sneered:
"The end of the strong crossbow!"
He immediately heard the weakness in anger. He knew that many big demons also heard it, but they were too frightened by the power of the unknown man and did not dare to step forward.
But other cats are not afraid!
Under such an offensive, the man did not die, which really surprised him.
But now the man is at the end of his rope. Even if he is still alive, he is exhausted. This roar and taunt is just the last struggle.
He, Mao BuTong, had just been defeated, and it was an ugly defeat, and now he wanted to regain the lost face.
He stepped with his toes, like arrows from a siege crossbow, cutting through the night sky and penetrating the gray fog.
The great demons of the Sirius and Xiaohu tribes held their breaths and looked at the gray mist.
But the gray fog lingered for a while, making it difficult to see clearly.
But after Mao BuTong rushed in, there was no more movement.
There was neither the angry roar nor the begging for mercy of the powerful man, nor was it different from the cat.
There were no screams, no angry shouts, no begging for mercy, and no sounds of clashing spells.
Even if you wrap yourself up in a warm quilt in winter, you should at least hum a little comfortably, right?
But now, cats are different like mud and cows drowning in the sea.
In the smoke, the cat twitched its neck, its eyes widened in anger, and its face seemed full of arrogance.
With his feet in the air, he stared at Zhao Wujiang.
If he hadn't been pinched by Zhao Wujiang Yun Danfeng's neck at this moment, his strong body and ferocious face would have been very intimidating.
Zhao Wujiang's feet were in the air, suspended above the broken rubble and wood in the ruins.
He picked up different parts of the cat's neck and lifted it up, as if holding a furry silvery layer.
The silver-colored eyes of this alien creature remained silent, its cultivation and vitality rapidly passing away.
"Why don't you speak?" Zhao Wujiang used force in his hands and said with dark eyes:
"Don't you like to talk?"
The Howling Tiger cat grunted in different throats, wanting to beg for mercy. He had no strength to resist now. If he wasn't struggling with the desire to live, he wouldn't even be able to think of resisting.
It's too strong, how could anyone be so strong?
Even if he is the Supreme, he can understand.
It happened to be a person who seemed to have only eight calamities of cultivation.
The most frightening thing is that when we first met him, his cultivation seemed to be that of a master who had just entered the Eight Tribulations, and was not stable enough. Now that he feels it carefully, he has almost touched the peak of the Eight Tribulations.
What is the speed of practice?
In comparison, he, Maofeng, was not considered a peerless genius at all. The man in front of him was the real peerless genius, the most powerful in the world, and no one could compare to him.
The cat's unusually strong body is shrinking and becoming weaker.
After three breaths, the big tiger turned into a big cat, with messy fur and limbs hanging limply.
"Bang." Zhao Wujiang threw it away casually, and the big cat rolled down into the ruins, like an aborigine in the ruins, becoming one with the broken land.
