บท 482: Trash Beast Fire, What Can It Do to Me?

"Old Mou..."

Zhang Duoyu tried her best to stop herself from charging forward.

She had never expected that the final result of splitting up would be Old Mou's thousand-mile telepathic communication.

Sovereign!

That was a Sovereign!

In this world, other than a premeditated encirclement, in a battle of the same level, as long as a Sovereign wanted to leave, who could stop it?

But!

After receiving the message, she came to this place. The last time she saw Zhang Zhongmou was actually his head, forcefully crushed by the two fingers of the huge White Skeleton.

How absurd was this?

Zhang Duoyu panicked.

No one else could exist here.

Since that was the case, Zhang Zhongmou still died at the hands of this big guy.

It meant that the White Skeleton definitely had a true killing move that was completely different from its strength on the surface.