"I can't keep an eye on it anymore. There's a sculpture over there. Hurry up and run!"
"Sh*t, three Gold Practitioners have already died. What should we do? What should we do?"
Shouts could be heard from the front.
Obviously, the Gold Practitioners couldn't deal with the mutated demon.
Lin Qiye frowned.
Suddenly, a sharp and weird laugh sounded at the back of the Silver Practitioners' formation.
"Hehehe!"
The neck-twisting demon's sharp laughter came from the back.
It was here!
"Ka-cha!"
"Ka-cha!"
The sound of a neck twisted by a strong force was mixed with screams.
In a few breaths, hundreds of Silver Practitioners lay on the ground with their necks askew, staring wide-eyed at the world.
The strange laughter is getting closer and closer to Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye's scalp tingled.
Chen Fan's heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his throat.