In just a blink of an eye, Wu Kezhi's already huge and plump body quickly advocated becoming a ball.

Mei Qing'er, who was holding in his arms, was pressed by his bulging belly, and his hands were still struggling to hold her.

"Honor!"

"No, the head of the family!"

...

The Wu family shouted, their voices filled with despair and sorrow...

"Since we cannot go out alive, we will die with their Mo tribe!"

"Yes, even if you die, you have to put on a cushion!"

...

One, two, three...

The remaining Xuan-level thoughts of the Wu family were moving, and they planned to be as vivid as Wu Kezhi...

However, the spiritual power in the body was only halfway through, and the body barely blew a thin layer, like a leaking ball, and quickly faded again...

Wu Family Xuanjie: "???"

What's going on, why is this happening?

They sadly discovered that even if they wanted to die like spiritual explosion, they were not able to decide!

The owner of Mo's hometown squints...

Flicked his fingertips, and a layer of spirit pressed down on Wu Kezhi.

The body that was hyped like a ball was wrapped in a spiritual cover, suppressed to death...

Want to be immersed?

Naive!

If he succeeds in the spirit explosion, where can he put his old face?

Should I continue to be in the Hidden Clan in the future?

The swelling body suddenly stopped.

The spiritual pressure suppressed around him made him unable to move.

Wu Kezhi looked up, his eyes were scarlet and angry...

Despair, grief, powerlessness...

Dong!

A figure fell from the sky, impartially and hit three meters in front of Wu Kezhi.
Chapter completed!