This clothing clearly belongs to Yan Sen, so why has the face become Zhou Qing's?
Since Zhou Qing is here, where has Yan Sen been sent to?
But the next moment, Zhou Qing's lips curved into a strange smile, and a red glow suddenly appeared in his hand.
Being so close, he could clearly smell the sickening blood scent emanating from the runes.
"No—"
In an instant, he understood what this thing was, feeling his scalp tingling with fear.
Without hesitation, he turned around to flee, but—
It was ultimately too late!
Boom!
A terrifying blood light, accompanied by countless crimson runes, shot forth abruptly, striking Yan Weiyi without warning.
Yan Weiyi felt an unimaginable pain tearing from the depths of his Primordial Spirit, as if thousands of sharp blades were shredding his Soul simultaneously.
His whole body was thrown uncontrollably backward, crashing into dozens of sea trees.
