A’Liang? Chen Xi’s eyes narrowed. Never had he imagined that this princess of the Primeval Micro Race would actually wake up at this critical moment.

“A’Liang, it’s dangerous out here now. I’ll let you out….” Chen Xi hadn’t finished speaking when a loud bang resounded. An expanse of blood red lightly had rained down and almost enveloped Chen Xi’s entire body.

Bang!

Even if he’d evaded it in the end, this attack still shook Chen Xi to the point within his body hurt faintly, and it was to the point he’d almost coughed up blood.

“Martial Ancestral Uncle, are you alright?” Gu Yan came over to support Chen Xi.

“I’m fine.” As he spoke, Chen Xi withdrew the Yin-Yang Universe Flag with the intention of detonating it.

“Young Master, Young Master. Let A’Liang out. A’Liang can deal with those Blood Rakshasa Wasps!” A’Liang’s voice resounded once more, and it carried an anxious tone.

Blood Rakshasa Wasps?

A’Liang can deal with them?Chen Xi’s eyes narrowed, and he was slightly hesitant.

Rumble!

Meanwhile, those two towering Fiendgod corpses had approached from both sides. Their entire bodies were coiled by surging blood red lightning storms while their auras were monstrously tyrannical to the point of being suffocating.

“Young Master. Quickly!” A’Liang’s voice was even more anxious.

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