Why, their offensive suddenly weakened so much, but they couldn't kill three of them in just one breath?

The three White Bone Camp elites widened their eyes.

They saw a scene that horrified them but also puzzled them.

Just as they were thrown away.

This origin warrior, whose arms turned into monster pythons and scorpion tails, and whose lower body turned into a spider, had already used the shining silver "metal spider silk" to quickly climb to the ancient dream saint who was leaning against a mandala tree and was violently convulsing.

Top of head.

The lifelike python's head on the left arm opened its bloody mouth. Not only did dozens of sharp, sharp fangs protrude, but from the depths of the "throat", a cluster of spikes that looked like metal tentacles also spewed out.

With only half a hand's distance, you can poke holes in the face of the Saint of Ancient Dreams and twist off her head like a bear trap.

And his right arm, which turned into a scorpion tail, relied on the flexible link to sneak around the mandala tree and stab the ancient dream saint's back from behind, trying to use two hard-as-iron hooks to kill the ancient dream girl.

The saint pinched him at the waist.
Chapter completed!