As soon as Handsome saw the snake-headed demon, it remembered that five snake heads had attacked its father.
Suddenly, it gnashed its teeth in anger.
"Caspian, don't let him go. You..."
Before it finished speaking, Handsome suddenly found that the momentum of Caspian beside it suddenly changed.
Caspian was like an abyss.
Standing on his shoulder, Handsome couldn't help shivering.
"Is this... that important person?"
Handsome instinctively felt scared and immediately shut its mouth.
Just then, the snake-headed demon god's body moved and he stood up from his throne.
Instantly, the mighty army of ten thousand demons poured down from the sky toward Caspian.
At this moment, the whole sky was dyed black and blue as if it was poisonous.
Caspian was as small as dust in front of the flood alone.
These torrents, accompanied by the sound of the flute that sounded like weeping and complaining, were filled with a trace of gloom and strangeness, as if at this moment, the scene had become a country of undead, making people sink forever.
"It's... so noisy..." Caspian murmured and poked his ears.
A hint of dissatisfaction appeared in his pitch-black eyes.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Pa!
With a crisp sound, it shook the void.
At the entrance of the cave, Jezebel Morrey's body suddenly shook, and a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes.
The next moment, the sound of the flute was chaotic, and her whole body was trembling. Suddenly, her chest rose and fell, and her mouth opened. She spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned against the stone wall feebly.
"Junior Sister!" The young male cultivator turned his head and looked over, his face full of doubt. He didn't realize what had happened at all. He thought that someone was coming.
When he put his attention back on the plate, the young cultivator's eyes suddenly fluctuated violently. "What, what's going on?"
There seemed to be a strong airflow running around in the Formation plate, trying to break free from it.
With the young cultivator's strength, he felt like he couldn't suppress it.
While he was still confused, the turbulent airflow in the Formation plate suddenly condensed into a vortex.
The rolling suction force was like an invisible mouth sucking in the vigor of the young man.
In the blink of an eye, the male cultivator couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He could see stars everywhere, and he felt as if he were about to faint.
"Not good!" At this time, he realized that something was wrong.
However, the change was too sudden and unexpected. Even if it happened, he had no idea what was going on. For a moment, he was like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
At the same time, in the air, Caspian twisted his neck, and there was a cracking sound of bones rubbing.
"A... little earthworm... how dare it pretend to be a big snake...?”
With dissatisfaction in his tone, Caspian stepped toward the sky.
Beneath his feet, the air seemed to form layers of stairs that he could step on.
With every step he took, wind and clouds surged, stellar streams shook, sun and moon swayed.
He raised his hand and waved his fist.
He did not use any magical power or magic weapon, just one punch.
In an instant, the sky collapsed.
The surging evil army was immediately swallowed up, instantly dissipated, and died.
Crack!
Instantly, a large crack appeared on the snake-headed demon's armor as blood gushed out.
The snake head's eyes were burning with green flames.
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