"What will Xiao Mu do? Run away? Or stay and fight Black Wind? To protect the Divine Corpse?"
Pu Wu turned his head, looking towards Xiao Mu.
Black Wind was blowing straight at Xiao Mu—would he block it or not?
If he blocks, Black Wind is so strong, can he withstand it?
If he doesn't block, will he keep his promise to collect the bodies for the Divine Spirits?
Thinking this, Pu Wu began to take delight in Xiao Mu's misfortune, believing that no matter what choice he made, Xiao Mu couldn't end well.
"Black Wind!"
Xiao Mu's expression suddenly changed. He glanced at Black Wind and quickly sped up collecting the Divine Corpse.
At the same time, Xiao Mu shouted loudly: "Respected Divine Spirits, please rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I, Xiao Mu, will ensure your bodies are unharmed."
Pu Wu's gaze flickered uncertainly. Xiao Mu was actually daring to collect the corpses; wasn't he afraid of getting injured?
Injured?
