Watching Zhen Zhiyuan convulse violently, his eyes rolling back white, Liu Baodong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
They had lost...
"Giggling..."
Zhen Zhiyuan's limbs kept trembling, his throat continuously making creepy, eerie sounds.
Through Zhen Zhiyuan's twisted, pained expression, Liu Baodong seemed to see the faint smile on Ling Mo's face and the murderous intent hidden deep within those unnaturally bright eyes...
"Ah!"
He suddenly screamed, his body shuddering, as he rapidly retreated backward.
Seeing Zhen Zhiyuan painfully scratching at his own head, a chill wind blew, and Liu Baodong instantly shivered all over.
Only then did he realize that he was drenched in cold sweat.
"I can't stay here..."
Liu Baodong glanced at the Air Corps and suddenly started to crawl and roll into the wilderness, throwing Zhen Zhiyuan behind without looking back...
Meanwhile, the Spirit World was collapsing rapidly.
