Two even more terrifying high-ranking Mysterious Evils transformed their silky bodies into sharp spears that, in a few fleeting moments, pierced through the confused high-ranking Mysterious Evil that dwelt in this land of death.
This was a one-sided crushing.
However, Mysterious Evils are irrational and unwise, merely a collection of negative elements; if high-ranking Mysterious Evils are like this, what more of the eight-star and seven-star Mysterious Evils.
Mysterious Evils do not know fear, nor do they understand awe or trepidation.
Yet at this moment, this large group of uncontrolled, unpersecuted Mysterious Evils was prostrate on the ground, their entire bodies suffused with an aura of reverence.
They were in awe of the figure in the distance.
A girl with jet-black hair, expressionless, who wrapped her delicate figure tightly in her clothing.
It was An Jianyou, out on her spiritual training.
