“Zhou Ping went after Yiyu, and I've tied up the Wind Vein Earth Dragon,” Shang Yan said succinctly, ending with a question, “Was Team 008 attacked by this Wind Vein Earth Dragon…”
"All personnel killed in action."
Ye Fan remained silent for a long time on the other end of the phone.
"What should we do with this wind-eroded earth dragon?" Ye Fan had already called, and Shang Yan planned to ask him.
Ye Fan's expression was cold and hard on the other end of the phone, his voice filled with anger, "What should we do? Of course, we should make it pay with its life!"
"Okay," Shang Yan nodded and replied, "I'll ride for a bit and then I'll take care of it."
He looked down and saw that the seventh seat had already been killed by Lin Qiye and his group.
On the other side, the twelve seats that met Shen Qingzhu were also defeated by Shen Qingzhu.
"Next time, remember to show some respect." With a snap of her fingers, Shen Qingzhu, who seemed to have absorbed all the air around the twelve seats, gently curled the corners of her mouth.
With a thud, the twelve seats, which had been silent, collapsed to the ground.
After dealing with the twelve seats, Shen Qingzhu looked towards the sky.
Shang Yan, who was sitting on the Wind Vein Earth Dragon, briefly exchanged a glance with him.
The third seat, buried underground, shook his head, regained his senses, and immediately rushed upwards, breaking through the soil.
As luck would have it, the third seatman burst out of the ground and happened to see Shen Qingzhu standing on the ground looking up at the sky.
"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go..." The third seat also glanced at the sky, and with just that one glance, he stopped in his tracks.
The first Wind Vein Earth Dragon was flying in the sky, dragging a person holding a trident.
The third seated man brainstormed for a moment, then gave Shang Yan a big smile.
He carried Shen Qingzhu in one hand and the Ninth Seat, who had just woken up and crawled out, in the other, and waved towards the sky.
"I didn't expect Lord Yiyu to have a backup plan. The person riding the Wind Vein Earth Dragon in the sky, is he one of ours?" You should know that not just anyone can ride the Wind Vein Earth Dragon.
Judging from the docile appearance of the Wind Pulse Earth Dragon, it's clear that the person riding it is quite powerful, possibly someone who has surpassed Klein and reached the pinnacle of power!
The third seatman subconsciously regarded Shang Yan as one of his own.
He called out to Shang Yan, "Senior, are you leaving? Can you give us a ride?"
Sitting on the back of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon, Shang Yan was stunned. "Huh?"
After Lin Qiye and his group finished dealing with some of the enemies from the Ancient God Church in the manor, they looked up at the sky after hearing what the Third Seat said.
Lin Qiye, wearing a Sun Wukong mask, looked up at the sky, as did Cao Yuan, Baili Tuming, and An Qingyu, who were also wearing masks.
They uttered a single sound together.
"ah?"
"Are you sure you want to sit down?" Shang Yan didn't expect the person below to be so bold as to dare to sit next to him.
"Senior, stop delaying. Now is not the time to talk. We can discuss this after we leave this place!" The third seat threw Shen Qingzhu towards Shang Yan with a toss, and then threw the ninth seat away as well.
After throwing both of them out, he pushed off with his feet and soared into the sky.
Shang Yan didn't expect him to be so direct, practically offering himself up.
Shen Qingzhu's expression was strange. He had been thrown out so suddenly that he hadn't even had time to react.
The ninth seat has been completely bewildered from the beginning until now.
It seems like... they've been rescued?
Shang Yan quickly stood up and reached out his hands to catch Shen Qingzhu, who was flying towards him.
Before Shen Qingzhu could say a word while being hugged, Shang Yan quickly put him down and then reached out to catch the Ninth Seat.
Upon seeing this scene, the third seatman revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."
He also flew towards Shangyan.
"Excuse me... I'm a night watchman." Shang Yan gave him a shy smile, then slapped him hard, sending him flying.
The thunderous sound of the slap echoed in everyone's hearts.
The third seatman, who was sent flying, thought about many things, but in the end, he settled on one question.
Damn it, they're all from the Church of the Ancient Gods, so why only slap him and not Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat?
His gaze lingered on the Ninth Seat and Shen Qingzhu for a moment. Just as the Third Seat was being swatted to the ground and landed on the altar that had shattered in two, he suddenly thought of a certain possibility.
"Damn it, you two are undercover agents!"
Otherwise, why would you only slap him and not the other two?
Now that the deception has been exposed, there's no point in continuing to pretend.
Shen Qingzhu gave the third seat a meaningful smile.
"Yeah, that's right, that's exactly it." He shrugged. "If you're so capable, fly up here and hit me."
He beckoned to the enraged Third Seat.
The Ninth Seat, who had been slacking off, stopped pretending at this point. He was also an undercover agent. "Sorry, it seems like you're the only outsider here right now."
The third seat, feeling tricked, glared angrily at the two of them, just about to unleash his forbidden power.
A suffocating feeling surged from the depths of his soul, and the third seatman clutched his chest abruptly, "How could this be..."
delirious ramblings... Was he killed?
They signed a soul contract, so wouldn't he also die?
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat on the back of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon. The two of them were fine!
The third seat could feel his soul withering and his mental strength rapidly collapsing. Before long, he would die, a true annihilation of his soul.
"You killed Yiyu?!" he demanded, clutching his head in disbelief.
The Sword Saint killed him; he just chased after him...
Seeing that his condition was not right, Shang Yan immediately understood, "Zhou Ping succeeded, and Yiyu is dead."
The third seat below is also going to die.
But... Shang Yan and Lin Qiye below attacked almost simultaneously.
"Quickly, kick him off the altar ruins!"
It's too late.
Realizing he was about to die, the third seat began to roar hysterically.
He seemed to remember something, and a look of madness appeared in his eyes.
"If I'm going to die, none of you will live either!"
Immediately afterwards, he crashed into the altar beneath him.
Bang!
His head was broken and he bled profusely; he died instantly.
After his death, his blood flowed into the strange patterns on the altar, and the spiritual power of Klein's realm was completely absorbed by the altar.
The mental energy that was originally lacking was replenished at this moment.
A terrifying, sinister black beam of light burst forth from the top of the altar, shooting straight into the sky.
"Damn it... How could I have slapped him so hard just now..." Shang Yan muttered to himself, standing on the wind vein earth dragon, somewhat annoyed that his slap had come at just the right moment.
This is really bad!
The sky had darkened, and Shang Yan gripped the trident tightly in his hand.
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