At this moment, Moluo's huge and burly body was covered with sword marks that were so deep that his bones could be seen. These sword marks were densely intertwined like a spider web, looking extremely terrifying.
Pfft!
Scarlet divine blood spurted out of his body, as if it was raining blood in the Eighth City.
"Huchi huchi huchi."
Moluo panted heavily. Two streams of red mist spurted out from his nose.
"You're a good opponent. You shouldn't risk your life for Heavenly Snake Playboy. Let him come out himself."
Jian Wushuang stepped in the void and said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Moluo's expression changed.
He did not reply, but turned his head to look at the child sitting on his shoulder.
"Black Phoenix, what should we do now?"
The child's eyes were still closed. His hoarse voice resounded in Moluo's mind.
"This man is right. We don't have to risk our lives for Heavenly Snake Playboy."