"Enough talk, I'll handle Chu Zhaoliang, you deal with Tang Ming. Let's finish this quickly to avoid complications."
With his left hand, he pulled out a kitchen knife and swiftly charged at Chu Zhaoliang.
"Tang Ming, it's time for us immortals to have some fun."
Hua Luoying licked his lips and immediately summoned the Black Demon, rushing towards Tang Ming together.
"Damn it!"
Chu Zhaoliang and Tang Ming cursed simultaneously; both were at their limit and had little fight left in them.
When Hua Luoying's Black Demon collided with the white monster, the white monster suddenly vanished, and Tang Ming weakly collapsed to the ground.
"Damn, so weak!"
Hua Luoying cursed, dashed lightning-fast to Tang Ming's side, and pulled out a syringe to inject Tang Ming with a potent anesthetic.
"You..."
Tang Ming stared, trying to speak.
"Relax, ordinary means are useless against immortals like us. Only with anesthetics can we be completely controlled."
