The remaining ones don't have much hope of survival.

Yi Xia naturally didn't pay much attention to this.

His only mood swing now is a little regretful:

If only I could stay alive.

This blue lion can stew half a cauldron.

Judging from the force with which it hit Yi Xia's chest, the flesh must be fresh.

As for the taste?

The meat of a big demon is not much different when you think about it.

Worst of all, there is still the essence of the concept extracted by Yi Xia.

Just like how some roadside stalls add heavy ingredients to low-quality ingredients to cover up their poor taste.

In this regard, there are some similarities.

Now, I can only say it is a pity...

Later, Yi Xia transformed into a human body.

The planned delicious food was fruitless, but it was not without its destination.

Clouds formed under his feet and he flew away...

The clay statues in the Tutu Temple in a small town seem to be feeling something.

It transformed into an old man holding a staff, standing there waiting.

On the other side, the divided souls were sent to urge below.

"The great witch is here again?"

Hearing this, all the spirits felt like they were mourning for their heirs, but they could only rush to get things done...
Chapter completed!