The dragon roars, tiger cries, and simurgh sings reverberated through the forest, deep in the caves of the forest, Muo Xiao and two clan elders were trembling.
Muo Xiao trembled with anger.
He hasn't completely severed his connection with the three-headed avatar, clearly he is the master, yet he was entangled by the avatar.
As for the other two Xiaoyang clan elders, they trembled with fear.
"Xiao King, what should we do?"
"Xiao King?"
Muo Xiao's face was filled with despair, then he began to laugh.
"Hahaha..."
He never thought he would fall into such a situation.
"All of you, leave, go escape for your lives, the Human Race wants to take mine."
Muo Xiao waved at the two clan elders, then reached into the Witch Pouch and pulled out a few Witch Artifacts, handing them to the two clan elders.
"This is the inheritance of our clan, once you're out, Xiaoyang will depend on you."
"I will hold off the Human Race, you must leave quickly."
"Xiao King!"
"Xiao King!"
