Clang! Clang! Clang!
The forest was deep and mysterious. As the Gang Wind swept through, the vines snapped with a crackle, interwoven flashes of gold and black intertwined, producing the sound of clashing metals. In just half a moment, accompanied by dense sparks, the black light shot out, shattering rocks and trees, plowing the ground for over a hundred feet.
The Eight-eyed Spider Mother lay sprawled on its back, unable to move.
A sea of black spiders gathered around like rolling balls, surging forward.
The Golden-winged Centipede showed no fear, flapped its wings, and pursued, spewing a corrosive Poison Fog. The fog met with the sea of black spiders, constantly annihilating them with a crackling sound like firecrackers.
"How about it? Do you yield? Do you yield? Yield! Or! Not!"
Li Xianghan's boot pressed against Yu Aoshan's cheek, word by word, step by step, finally grinding her sole repeatedly, bending down to search Yu Aoshan for any worms.
Humiliation.
