Chương 278: The seventh level of the divine Dao technique

After killing this giant cuttlefish, su Jie was also happy. Just the corpse of this giant cuttlefish was worth the trip. It was a great supplement for the black turtle clone.

"Pfft!"

At this moment, on the island, Daoist Hai Feng, who had been paying close attention to the movements in the distance, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face was deathly pale.

"I'm so glad my Big Crow is dead, I'm so glad he's dead! How could this Yingluo be?"

Taoist Hai Feng was gasping for breath, his hair disheveled. He couldn't accept this reality.

With the giant cuttlefish, Daoist Hai Feng had made all the brutal Pirates in the Damo territory tremble in fear. However, he felt the mark he had left on the giant cuttlefish disappear. He was suffering from a backlash, and the rolling sea in the distance had calmed down. All of this proved that the giant cuttlefish was dead!

"Let's leave the crescent moon Island."