Xie Qilin's smile grew even wider at the corners of his mouth:
"My dear, help your husband kill them!"
The Eight-foot Bride's Ghost Qi surged all over her body, her form seemingly increased in size again, as she roared:
"Since it's my husband's order, Nuannuan will definitely kill these two thieves!"
Zhang Xiaoyi bowed, his voice slightly respectful:
"The last battle with you, senior, was quite memorable. I have made some progress recently, and I hope senior will guide me again!"
Zhang Xiaoyi still held great respect for the ancient mighty one from Hell.
As soon as he finished speaking, lightning snaked across Zhang Xiaoyi's body, reaching its peak momentum.
In the next second, thunder exploded beneath Zhang Xiaoyi's feet, and he disappeared from his original spot in an instant.
His figure appeared above the Eight-foot Bride's head, holding a cluster of lightning, aligning with the Eight-foot Bride.
'Ye Fan' sighed:
"Such a brilliant technique! I can't fall behind!"
