Since Dracula could only die by crushing his soul, Lin Fan could only chop his soul into pieces and devour him to enhance his own strength.

This ability to devour souls is also why the gods are so jealous and even fearful of God Shura.

Dao Wanqian swallowed and heard the terrifying demon, but his back was still cold.

but.

"puff!"

Bai Qi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His flushed purple face instantly turned pale, and he passed out. He fell to the ground with the motionless blood bat in his arms.

He has reached his limit.

Fortunately, a sword gently caught him.

The name of the sword is Daxia.

Bai Qi's originally strong and burly body was now rapidly losing weight and seemed to be withered.

"This guy...has too much overdraft!"

The golden wheel of merit emits hot light. Without saying a word, Zhang Chengfeng pressed one hand on Bai Qi's body, and each silver needle wrapped in the golden light and pierced Bai Qi's acupuncture points.

at the same time.

The golden light of merit shines on Bai Qi, constantly blending into his dry body and nourishing him.

"How's it going?" At this time, Lin Fan's face turned solemn and he asked in a nervous voice.

He didn't want to die in vain.

Otherwise, what will happen to the results in memory?

What’s the point of my own return!

This time, he and Bai Qi finally became comrades fighting side by side. Do we still want to see him die?
Chapter completed!