Xiao An and Yan Ling joined forces, their synergy unmatched.
One focused on restraining, the other on killing. With their combined strength, if they encountered some weaker Origin Gods, like Wan Hai, they would definitely slay them.
And even if faced with stronger foes, they had enough confidence to escape with their lives.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have the audacity to hunt Chu Yuan.
This long river displayed the terrifying power of weak water, encircling Chu Yuan completely. Every drop was heavy and contained poison, bombarding Chu Yuan like a barrage of cannons.
"Yan Ling, create an opportunity for me!"
Xiao An transmitted his voice.
Suddenly transforming into a shadow, Xiao An's gloomy power cast a feeling of loneliness and desolation over the heart, his deadly move born of treachery.
"Alright!"
Just as Yan Ling uttered this word, her eyes widened in disbelief, witnessing an unbelievable scene.
