The huge skull suddenly had many holes, and soul smoke flowed out from it.

Frost was shocked and looked at the human race and alien races that were scattered around him and did not dare to get close to him. When he looked at the old man, he seemed to finally realize the old man's specialness.

Pagson of the Skeleton Clan also took out the treasure-breaking bone knife in the clan, and his green pupils were full of solemnity.

He held a knife in both hands and slashed at the old man with a strong breath of death.

"Skeleton Clan, Evil Nether Clan..."

The old man smiled coldly, and lightning flashed by his fingertips. The sound of gold and iron attacks continued to burst out from the light of death swords that were blooming in Pargson.

Pargson's two crystal-clear bone arms holding the knife were shaking violently, as if he could not withstand the shooting of electric light.

Frost's eyes flashed with fear, and he hurriedly called out the skull and avoided the old man.

Almost at the same time, Gutas of the demon clan screamed and was splattered by blood from balls of thunder, as if he was severely injured in an instant and fled in a panic.

Three aliens shining new stars joined forces to attack, but in a short time, they all collapsed and retreated.

No one dared to challenge the old man's might and rob the well of the Creation Source that he was guarding.

The old man calmly moved to the wellhead, with lightning flashing in his eyes, staring at the refined soul silk.

Widths of soul silk, like gray-black lines, gathered towards his pupils and were blended into the sea of ​​soul consciousness by it.

"Let's go! Take me away!" Mo Qinglei growled in a panic.
Chapter completed!