บท 1511: Big Fellow (2)

At that moment, the old man, who was being unrelentingly crushed by the big demon, was still using the qi in his upper body to protect himself. However, he had already spat out a mouthful of blood; he fervently wished he could tear Ye Qingtang into pieces.

But at that moment, it was nearly impossible to extricate himself from the grasp of the unhappy big demon.

The big demon was unimaginably large. The hollowed-out abdomen was as large as a palace. Blood continued to drip from the flesh above, and the earth beneath Ye Qingtang's feet was unusually sticky from being soaked in fresh blood.

Ye Qingtang seized the opportunity to escape from the big demon's abdomen with the little white tiger.

As for that old man…

He was on his own.

Ye Qingtang did not care whether the old man lived or died. She hoped the big demon would lose its temper and tear him into pieces.