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If the Dragon God were to leave at this time, he was worried that Bian could not cope alone.

“Leave him to me!” Shen Yanxiao suddenly jumped to the battlefield. The strong wind blew her long hair. She slightly raised her chin and raised the corner of her mouth with a proud smile. At her feet, the experimental subject bound by her silver whip had their neck broken the moment she raised one hand. Scarlet blood splashed everywhere and little flowers of blood bloomed on Shen Yanxiao’s white dress.

At that moment, she was like a bloodthirsty demon, frightening people.

“Bian, go help Taotie and tell Nazhi to stop playing. Summon Black Tortoise and end the battle quickly.” Shen Yanxiao shook the whip in her hand. The silver whip was shining with a dazzling luster, without a single drop of blood.

Bian and the Dragon God looked at each other and finally chose to believe Shen Yanxiao and left quickly.

Mo Yuxun held the spear in his hand and looked at the seductive Shen Yanxiao in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intent that pervaded his body quietly faded away.

“I don’t know why you don’t want to kill me, but my purpose for coming here is very simple. I am going to destroy this place. If you want to stop me, kill me.” Shen Yanxiao’s eyes suddenly jumped with a crazy expression.

Mo Yuxun was shocked!

Shen Yanxiao’s figure turned into a ghost and disappeared.

Mo Yuxun gripped the spear tightly and bit his lips, as if he were trying to endure something.

“I cannot disobey Lord Ouyang.” Taking a deep breath, Mo Yuxun’s spear suddenly rose to the sky.

In mid-air, Shen Yanxiao’s blood-stained figure flashed slightly. The moment the spearhead stabbed over, the silver whip in her hand snaked down the spear. She raised her foot and stepped on the spear, her exquisite body drawing a perfect arc before landing steadily on the ground.

The silver whip in her hand had completely entangled Mo Yuxun’s spear!

Shen Yanxiao held the silver whip and pulled!

Mo Yuxun held the spear with one hand and looked complicated.

“Shen Yanxiao, you are not Lord Ouyang’s opponent. Give up early.” Not knowing whether it was the last dissuasion, Mo Yuxun opened his mouth.

“Give up? Do you want me to belong to him? To become Satan’s vessel? Even if I die in battle, I, Shen Yanxiao, will never benefit others!” Shen Yanxiao sneered and her hand holding the whip was suddenly filled with a gorgeous mist.

The mist quickly spread from the silver whip to Mo Yuxun’s spear.

Mo Yuxun was slightly stupefied. His hand holding the spear felt as if it had been electrocuted, and the pain spread from his palm to his whole body. Mo Yuxun’s eyebrows wrinkled, but he did not relax the spear in his hand at all.

Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows slightly. That mist was a mixture of battle aura, magic, death energy, and divine power. This was the first time she had tried to combine the power of multiple races.

The divine power of gods had a purifying effect on the death energy of undeads, but Shen Yanxiao temporarily separated the two forces with her battle aura and magic. The moment she touched her opponent, her battle aura and magic once again opened the entrance to the power of the two races. When the divine power collided with the death energy, an unimaginable power would erupt.