instead lost something valuable.The burly weirdo patted the black gourd at his waist. With a buzzing sound, a large swarm of green flying ants poured out from it. There were over a hundred of them....At this time, Mo Yuanyan didn't even have time to feel sorry for herself. If her life was gone, no matter how good the things were, they would just end up in someone else's hands. 。What truly worried her was the blood-sucking mosquito demon getting closer and closer. 。At their current pace, they would be overtaken by the blood-sucking mosquito demons before reaching the lava pool. 。At this time, the displacement symbol has also been used, and Mo Yuanyan can no longer turn the tide behind. 。Only watching the grim reaper relentlessly approach from behindhosts. Peng, a frail late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had reached the end of his life and exhausted his mana, turning into a wisp of flying ash that disappeared into the air. "The Azure Yang Blood...