Nalan Xueling's face turned pale, and she screamed aloud.
Did he get devoured by the Netherworld Ghost Lord?
Whenever she thought of the scene just now, her heart couldn't help but tremble.
"Siming..." Mu Qianyue's heart tightened, a surge of anger and hatred welled up in her cold, somber eyes. That adorable little Asura, is he dead?
The Netherworld Ghost Lord excitedly licked his tongue, seemingly savoring it, "Though a bit raw, the taste wasn't bad."
With a cold sneer, his gaze again fell upon Nalan Xueling, "You're next. Don't worry, it won't hurt, because you'll be swallowed in one gulp!"
Mu Qianyue quickly protected Nalan Xueling, standing behind her, while Nalan Jingzi's eyes surged with deep icy light, his tall and cold body steadfastly blocked in front of Mu Qianyue and Nalan Xueling.
"Humph!" The Netherworld Ghost Lord curled up a mocking grimace and lunged forward again.
