Zhou Miao was immediately frightened, and Zhang Xinyue sighed: "Hey, let nature take its course. If he can't stop it, we won't be able to help him. Just don't cause trouble for him!"

…

"Brother Zhao! Come back, come back quickly..."

A burst of screaming woke up Zhao Guanren. Zhao Guanren instinctively opened his eyes and saw that he was standing alone on the road, his body still in a translucent soul state.

"how so……"

Zhao Guanren turned around in horror. Tang Qiu's soul was rushing towards him from behind. He grabbed him and said urgently: "Something is hooking your soul. I was also hooked out of the bead. Let's

Go back quickly!"

"Hey~ Now that you're out, don't leave..."

A sinister laugh suddenly rang out, Zhao Guanren quickly pulled Tang Qiu to block him behind him, only to see two black souls appeared in front, both holding sickle-like weapons in their hands, and sneered: "I haven't seen chasing souls in many years.

I’m a mage, I didn’t expect it to be extinct yet!”

"Your enemy is not me, but the dead clan..."

Zhao Guanren said loudly: "The dead tribe has set up a big situation for you. I was just involved in it. Now the eighteen demon kings have arrived. If you don't respond, you will be sucked into soul dregs!"

"You don't need to remind us, we already knew they were coming in..."

A dark soul said with a ferocious smile: "You are a little mage and it doesn't matter. We are eradicating you just because you are in our way. If someone named us to kill you, just accept your death!"

"run!"
Chapter completed!