C894 Potential Threat

Lee Yixuan nodded. With a wave of his hand, the dragon talisman disappeared into Ao Qianjue's body.

Five minutes passed. Everyone stared unblinkingly at Ao Qianjue's body on the ground.

Even Little Hairy Ball had a nervous expression.

As a great demon formed from the soul of the artifact, he had never had a good impression of humans. In the past ten thousand years