"Bang!"
The little cat's tiger paw came down, and Ou Lingxuan's head, which was hanging from the wooden pole, instantly became a smashed watermelon. Before the Innate Divine Soul could escape, Ye Zhen casually flicked a Heavenly Thunder of Fright, immediately causing Ou Lingxuan's soul to scatter.
Ou Tu's wail of grief also abruptly stopped at this moment, his eyes instantly turning blood red, and he let out an angry roar from his throat, accelerating rapidly towards Ye Zhen.
On the side, Ning Shiyi's expression froze as he watched this Heavenly Thunder of Fright, his eyes full of astonishment.
Seeing this, Ye Zhen sneered, stepping back slightly. The Sky Wing Three Saints immediately spread out, forming a surrounding formation to meet him.
The meaning couldn't be clearer; if Ou Tu dared to act wildly, the Sky Wing Three Saints wouldn't mind taking one down first.
