The sounds of screams echoed, one after another.
In that oasis, a strange black energy would wrap around a martial artist's body, and almost instantaneously, exploded them into a mess of blood and bone, sending flesh flying everywhere.
In a moment, the whole oasis turned into a bloody chaos, resembling a human purgatory.
Sun Gongming was burning with rage, deathly glared at Lee Qingling, trembling all over.
At this moment, Lee Qingling no longer resembled his previous scholarly, gentle demeanor. His face wore a sinister smile, his sharp claws hooked, and his cold eyes targeted every person on the back of the Silver Winged Griffin as he sinisterly smiled and said, "Everyone must die!"
The next instant, Lee Qingling's figure dashed upwards like a specter, then with a sweep of his claws, five thick streaks of blood descended from the sky.
Boom!
