By the bank of Nielong River, huge waves surged.
The phantom of the Yaksha Ghost King gradually dispersed, and the invisible pressure suddenly vanished.
In a daze, a figure came along with a dirty dog beside him.
Xiang Tiange was stunned, his face pale, and the corner of his mouth bitter. He stared closely at the dirty dog.
This was clearly the Dog Demon that was just the size of a small mountain.
Looking up, the human beside it was even more terrifying. With a wave of his hand, the corpse of the Mirage Mantis disappeared.
"Let's go."
Zhou Dao grabbed Jiang Yuan in one hand and got ready to leave.
"What about him?" Jiang Yuan couldn't help but ask.
"No need to worry, there are people from his family who have come after him."
Zhou Dao spoke softly. He stepped out, his muscles slightly contracted, like a drawn bowstring, emitting a terrible tension. With a gentle touch, he slipped out and disappeared in the vast night.