Fang Che's Five Spirits Gu absorbed again, and the Five Spirits Gu of the deceased instantly turned to powder, with the last wisp of black smoke entering Fang Che's Five Spirits Gu mouth.
The Five Spirits Gu flew back above Fang Che's head, emitting waves of joyful spirit.
In Fang Che's hand was the Netherworld, and he felt a cold shiver run through his body.
A deep blood mark slowly opened at the tiger's mouth.
Blood bubbled out.
The dying counterattack of this person almost seriously injured Fang Che, even in haste.
Moreover, Fang Che used the Junlin Nine Forms.
"No wonder it's Saint Level!"
Fang Che sighed inwardly, now fully understanding the true meaning of the words "a bit stronger, a lot stronger" spoken by the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
"A bit stronger" was to save face for the master.
But adding "a lot stronger" was to realize this was a life-and-death battle, leaving no room for misjudgment, so another honest remark was quickly added.
