Luo Youran felt more and more something was wrong.

"Then my one hundred and eight..."

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud noise in the distance. The sky, which was much harder than the lower world, was constantly distorting and almost shattering. A figure was like a shooting star, passing through the sky and falling heavily in front of everyone.

!

It’s Yang Yi!

The magic dragon spear in his hand groaned softly, and the red dust karma fire on his body trembled, as if he had been seriously injured!

"Oh, you stinky Yang Yi!"

"Are you...are you okay?"

Luo Youran immediately abandoned Luo Wushuang and ran over, with concern beyond words.

Yang Yi said nothing.

He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then looked at Luo Wushuang, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Junior Brother Yang."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Luo Wushuang smiled and said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, you have advanced to such an extent on the worldly road!"

"It's just a pity."

Sighing, he changed the subject and added, "You don't have enough time after all. Today... I'm afraid you're going to die here."
Chapter completed!