Teammates, Demon, Me! The Expert In Playing Dirty! (5)

The broken saber in his hand was accumulating purple light. The blade was placed horizontally in front of his chest, covering the demon and the human.

He had planned to kill them together from the beginning. The blood of a Greater Mastery Force Tempering martial artist was a great tonic for the pseudo-divine weapon fragment.

He could not waste it.

However, after Han Zhao heard his cry, he suddenly exchanged a palm strike with the demon and separated.

The demon turned its spear and attacked Chang Jun.

"You idiot! Do you want to die?! You…"

Chang Jun cursed at Han Zhao as he dodged the demon's attacks.

Pfft!

Chang Jun's cursing stopped abruptly. A head flew into the sky and was held tightly by the demon's sharp claws.

"You… are not a Lizard-Armored Demon, but a Golden-Armored…"

Chang Jun looked at the demon covered in sharp barbs and was shocked and furious.