The scales of the Flying Snake were shredded, and blood gushed out from the wounds beneath the scales, splashing all over the top of the Primitive Mountain.
A trace of ecstasy entered Qingfeng Li's eyes.
He was very familiar with this Black-and-White light beam and knew it was shot from the Black-and-White Millstone.
When Qingfeng Li and the others had arrived at the foot of the Primitive Mountain, the Black-and-White Millstone had flown out from the depths of his mind and disappeared into the mountain.
No had imagined the Black-and-White Millstone would save Qingfeng Li's life at this critical moment.
Boom! Boom…
From the distance came a whistling sound that resonated all over the top of the Primitive Mountain.
Under everyone's astonished eyes, the Black-and-White Millstone appeared beside Qingfeng Li and its body was still shivering.