"Certain death?"
Xiao Yi's lips curved into a slight, devilish cold smile, "That might not be the case!"
This hint of a smile, when seen by the Buddha Mother, struck an intense unease into his usually calm state of mind.
For the first time, a subtle change appeared on the face of the Buddha Mother. He bellowed in a deep voice, "Stop dragging this out and kill him!"
Everyone was stunned.
In their eyes, the victory was already assured, and Xiao Yi was undoubtedly doomed.
Why was the Buddha Mother suddenly so agitated?
Could it be that Xiao Yi truly had a way to escape unscathed from the encirclement of the attack formed by the divine bodies turning into the power of heaven and earth?
Pairs of eyes turned towards Xiao Yi.
