After killing Aloda, Weisseg, and Vanado, Yang Luo directly mobilized the Nine Suns True Fire in his body and burned the three of them to ashes.
Seeing that the threat was gone, Prajna heaved a sigh of relief and dispersed the Genuine Qi barrier.
Su Qingmei had yet to recover from her fear.
Seeing Su Qingmei's pale face, Yang Luo sighed in his heart.
In fact, he didn't want Su Qingmei to come into contact with these things.
However, sometimes, he couldn't do it without thinking.
"Prajna, help Qingmei back to the car," he sighed.
"Alright!"
Prajna nodded, helped Su Qingmei up, and sat in the car.
Yang Luo looked at the black staff that had fallen to the ground in the distance.
This black monk staff was also a magic tool. Although its grade was not high, it should be useful in the future.
Thus, he put it into his storage ring.
Although the three of them had died, the gray fog around them gradually dispersed.
