บท 377: Qing Luan (2)

"Despicable human, thank God your Grandpa mosquito still had a trick up his sleeve."

The blood mosquito let out an obscure and strange abyssal language, and its face showed an expression of gritting teeth.

They were the giant blood mosquitoes that should have died.

The moment it was hit by the purple crescent moon claw, it had used pseudocide and blood substitute.

Because it was worried that the blood substitute would be too big and easily discovered, it only transferred its spirit and consciousness to one drop of blood.

As a result, it had less than one percent of its strength left, and its cultivation had fallen to the first level of battle general.

However, when the mosquito thought of the reward the glutton God had bestowed upon it after it had delivered the information, its eyes flashed with a fiery light.

"I have to go back quickly! Otherwise, I won't be able to return when the abyssal passage is sealed. "