C839 Inner Sect Disciples

At this moment, Gu Tianchen held onto the Spirit of the Story's neck with one hand, his enormous Golden Immortal Realm divine soul suppressing the latter's resistance. The other hand slowly raised up from the rubble as his lantern-sized eyes swept around.

"Eh? "It's not here …" he said, disappointed.

Pfft!

Behind another area of ruins, Meng Lu suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood