"You don't know the Bottle Spirit? Hmph, it seems you have little connection with that traitor. That's fine too, retrieving this bottle shell can be considered a pleasant surprise. As for the Bottle Spirit, a mere Lower Realm being has no right to know. I'll send you to the underworld after I capture you and finish soul-searching you." Ma Liang's face turned dark and uncertain, but he finally sneered and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Dark Green Small Bottle in his hand vanished in a flash, and the Blood-red Imperial Seal in his other hand was thrown out.
"Puchi!" With a few sounds, the Blood Seal disappeared into thin air, and eight Blood Rivers fell from the sky, transforming into eight five-clawed Blood Dragons, charging fiercely towards Han Li.
In the eyes of this True Immortal, these eight Blood Dragons equivalent to Mahayana Beings were more than enough to deal with two people like Han Li.
