"Vengeful Spirit Black Fog."
Realizing that the present situation was extremely dangerous, the Azrael decisively chose to retreat. With this shout, countless vengeful spirits flew out of his mouth and went straight to Lin Feng.
"You little devil want to threaten the Eight Heavenly Kings?" His grandson sneered. The Wind-chasing Arrow flew out of his finger without any obstruction as it shot straight at the god of death's forehead.
Pu!
The Wind-chasing Arrow did not miss a single shot. It landed firmly on the God of Death's forehead, but in the middle of it was the body of a cat.
The black air came out of the cat's mouth again. Obviously, the Azrael used it as a shield, and the arrow killed its sixth life. The cat became weaker again, moaning constantly.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
