In another part of the castle, An Zimo and Zhan Qing came to the living room. As soon as they sat down on the chairs, four sturdy warriors in red surrounded them from nowhere. All four of them were energetic, tall and full of energy.
The aura radiating from above and below is compelling, and one can tell at a glance that he is extremely powerful.
The four warriors were silent and walked quickly to the two of them. Each held one of their arms and set up the plane like they were prisoners. "Hey! What are you doing?" Zhan Qing
He said angrily, "We are the guests of His Highness King Luo!" He roared and struggled hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the shackles of the two warriors.
An Zimo looked calm, and he did not resist. He was held by the two warriors like this. He shook his head at Zhan Qing, who then calmed down, but his face was full of doubts.
The four warriors carried the two of them to the back hall. Along the way was a relatively dark corridor. The corridor was silent and full of the smell of death. An Zimo remained calm and carefully observed every place he walked. Zhan Qing
But he couldn't suppress his anger. Although he was being held by two powerful warriors, his legs kept kicking at the warrior's body, but the two warriors didn't seem to take his attack to heart at all and were concerned about themselves.
Walk forward on your own.
"This is actually a maze," An Zimo thought secretly in his mind, "Then what is King Luo's intention in asking them to take us here? Isn't Mu Yun in danger now?" The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.
He couldn't help but start to become nervous. He was not afraid of death, but afraid that Mu Yun would be hurt.
Just when An Zimo wanted to accumulate strength, he found that two extremely powerful forces suddenly came from his arms and restricted his meridians, making it impossible to use all the spiritual energy in his body.
"Boom!" With a sound, a stone wall at the end of the corridor suddenly opened upwards. It was extremely dark inside and could not see anything, but there was a faint miserable howling sound coming from inside. This sound was similar to that of the resentful spirits in the sea of lava.
Exactly the same.
The four warriors supported the two men and walked forward, speeding up their steps and increasing the force transmitted into their bodies, as if they were afraid that they would break away.
An Zimo's eyes turned cold, and he secretly made a decision in his heart. He saw a white light ball as big as an egg suddenly overflowing from his chest. There was a trace of blood slowly surging in the center of the light ball. After he sneered, the light ball suddenly exploded.
As it opened, a blinding white light suddenly filled the entire dark corridor.
"Ah!" After the four warriors were illuminated by this sudden light, they suddenly felt their eyes stinging, and they accidentally let go of An Zimo and Zhan Qing.
"Kill them quickly!" An Zimo shouted at Zhan Qing, as if there was some liquid spurting out of his mouth when he spoke.
Zhan Qing felt the pressure all over his body relax. He turned around and punched the two warriors beside him in the face. "Boom!" With two explosions, the two warriors were hit in the face by Zhan Qing and were immediately beaten.
His face was covered with blood and he fell to the ground.
"I've become more powerful!" Zhan Qing stood there, looking at his fist with joy.
"Quick! There are two more!" An Zimo's voice began to become weak.
Zhan Qing came to his senses and attacked the two warriors next to An Zimo, but at this time the two warriors had calmed down. They opened their arms at the same time, and a powerful momentum suddenly surged towards Zhan Qing.
Immediately it collapsed like a deflated rubber ball.
"You overestimate your capabilities!" one of the warriors said angrily, "You dare to act wild when you are about to die!" After saying that, he picked up the dying An Zimo, and another warrior stepped forward and caught the limp Zhan Qing.
In his hand, An Zimo smiled bitterly and closed his eyes helplessly.
"Bang bang!" At this moment, two muffled sounds suddenly came from the two warriors, and then they saw the two of them standing motionless with dull eyes. There was a flash of light in front of Zhan Qing's eyes, and one of them was wearing red.
The girl in clothes appeared, her eyes scanned An Zimo's face, and there was a hint of worry on her pretty face.