Dao Qiongcang, emerging from a pool of blood like a lotus arising from water, combed off the sticky substance from his body, then greedily inhaled the long-missed air of the Shengshen Continent, his face showing intoxication.
"Ah~"
"Delicious aura~"
With a flick of his hand, he condensed the used and rotting Divine Puppet behind him into a clot of fabric resembling a blood sphere, and tossed it forward.
"Little ghost, halt!"
Xiao Wanfeng was so scared he felt his liver might split.
He swore he was not a coward.
But when that fleshy blood clot thrown by the evil god came at him, his step still faltered, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"Spare me!"
Xiao Wanfeng almost cried, he really had nothing valuable on him.
At the same time, he cried out in his heart: "Xuan Cang, save me!"
Bang!
The "meat bun" hit Xiao Wanfeng's buttocks, and the touch actually didn't feel fleshy at all.