"Senior Brother Wangsu, don't worry, this matter is not over yet."
"The opponent of this evil spirit is still Brother Zhang."
Lu Shuang just chuckled, not showing any signs of anger toward Wangsu.
Because he understood that with his state of forgetful cultivation, he could not see what the situation was like on the field.
This blood demon is just a demon in the small Qinghuang world. Even if he possesses sorcery, he can't hurt a single hair of the famous God of Death.

Chapter completed!