With the help of the bright moonlight, He Zhao looked back.

‘!!!’

A monster bigger than the city overturned countless mud and rocks and rose up from the ground.

A pair of huge forelimbs appeared, supporting a huge thing with all their strength.

The original Wancheng was only the size of its lower abdomen.

'Be good!'

"Roar--"

The giant triangular head looked up to the sky and roared, and invisible fluctuations spread rapidly.

The black and red mist that spread all over He Zhao's body was also severely damaged and became thin and dim, revealing human skin.

Under the dark night, a pair of huge scarlet eyes hanging high in the sky scanned.

The next moment, the terrifying monster opened its mouth.

"boom!"

Mud, vegetation, and corpses were all involved.

But He Zhao was out of control and kept falling backwards. The power of the ghost could not stop the terrifying suction force.

'Alas! We are dying together again. It's just different from the past. In the past, we were harmonious with people, but now we are harmonious with sacrificial vessels.'

"Plop!" X2.

Two falling sounds were heard, and He Zhao was surprised to find that his black mist disappeared and he transformed from a ghost into a human again.

A quick glance revealed that the killing sword and the crying bone were lying motionless on the ground.
Chapter completed!