"My lord!!!" A sharp scream echoed.
At this moment, Qing Ji was filled with fury, her long black hair dancing wildly with the surging mana. She swung her wide cloud-patterned sleeves, gripping the white paper umbrella and thrusting it toward Jiutun Tongzi in front of her. The slender white snake tail flashed through the night, and in the next second, Jiutun Tongzi retreated in alarm, leaping tens of meters away.
He seemed very wary of Qing Ji's flames, and with a gesture, he took the demon gourd into his hand.
"Qing Ji? How did you turn into a white snake?" Jiutun Tongzi uncorked the wine gourd and gave it a shake, summoning a roaring wind that sucked in nearly a hundred ghosts around him, and then he shook the demon gourd, ignoring others as he gulped it down.
This guy can still drink?
Seeing the demonic aura on Jiutun Tongzi's body growing stronger and more imposing, Su Ziyu, without hesitation, reached toward the heaven and grabbed.
—"Thunder Strike!"
Rumble.
