Osiris did not pursue Dihuo.
Chen Xiaolian lay motionless on the ground, his body already a cold and stiff corpse, but the radiant colorful glow of the Queyue Wuguang Armor on him drew Osiris's attention.
Osiris raised his right hand, fingers spread wide, and smashed down heavily towards Chen Xiaolian.
Just as his palm had fallen halfway, it suddenly began to inflate and deform.
His whole right arm transformed into a monster with the head of a crocodile and the body of a lion. Rows of sharp teeth, dripping with foul saliva, viciously bit towards Chen Xiaolian lying on the ground.
But just at the moment the crocodile head was about to bite him, Chen Xiaolian abruptly opened his eyes.
Facing the ferocious crocodile head, his face showed no trace of panic, instead, he carried a sly smile and lifted his hand in front of himself.
