บท 1590: Hundred Flower Fairy, Ji Fanxin

Both the feebleness and the injuries made it difficult for Shang Feng to kill Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing the black skull dashing toward him, Shang Feng was shocked.

He was nowhere near strong enough to ward off an evil demon like that.

Run.

He had to run.

No matter how upset he was, he had to run now.

Whoosh!

A cluster of demonic Qi gushed out of Shang Feng's body, turning into thousands of blood-red demonic butterflies, flying in the dark.

The black skull crashed into the group of butterflies, extended a black bony hand, and grabbed the largest demonic butterfly and tore a wing down.

The blood-red demonic butterfly yelled in agony, knowing he couldn't make it safe today, and shouted, "I'll bring you down with me, Zhang Ruochen…"

Just before the blood-red demonic butterfly was about to blow up his saint source, that black skull roared with excitement and pierced through his skull, digging his saint source out.