The protector of the devil race

"Heavenly Zen sect, you bastards! One day, our boundless sect will make you pay with your blood."

At this time, the cultivator at the seventh sky of the crossing calamity stage who was fighting with li hu held Wu Jing's body and made a vow in the direction where Li Tian and the others had fled.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man from the elixir formation Alliance also disappeared.

Instantly, there were only a few people left near the immortal tree.

"Where are you running to?"

Li Tian immediately realized that this person's voice belonged to the person who had the power of desolation.

Li Tian and company were in a panic. They had wanted to avoid the direction of the Qi of desolation, but they never expected that the members of the desolate race had their eyes on them. They wanted to follow them wherever they went.

Watermelon skin!