"Whoosh"
A mysterious figure suddenly disappeared and then reappeared in front of the Qilin River, sharp nails clashing with the Mountain and River Stick, and both sides retreated a hundred meters.
"Oh my, what kind of monster is this!"
Qilin River looked at the Mountain and River Stick in his hand, which almost broke, and his eyes couldn't help but widen. Isn't this a bit too sharp!
"With this speed, no wonder the Black Tortoise Spirit fell." Qilin Mountain's eyes were somewhat grave.
The Xuanwu Clan is most famous for its powerful defense, but their speed has a huge flaw. This strange creature in front of them happens to restrain the Xuanwu in terms of speed, and with its sharp nails, the Xuanwu truly cannot withstand its attack.
"What are you?"
"Thing?" The Ghost slowly stood up, the head that was always lowered slowly lifted, revealing a somewhat gaunt face, upon careful inspection, it even seemed a bit handsome.
