"Dong Yuge shouted again. He perceived Zhao Wujiang's murderous intent toward the tardigrade, but this was like a moth flying into a flame."
"Bang!" The moment his voice fell, the center of Chen Yao'er's already weak chest suddenly burst into a bloody mist, and a watery mist swept toward the tardigrade.
The tardigrade made a clicking sound in its mouth, seeming to savor the taste of the Demon Suppression Bureau member's flesh and blood.
Chapter 458