The cultivators on the spaceship looked pale and were filled with dread.
Can they dodge it once, ten times, or a hundred times?
In front of such a sky overlord, the spaceship is like a living target.
Even Ma Wanquan, Ming Liu, Xiao Changsheng, these fake pill cultivators and Dharma Realm body refining masters.
They are also meals for the three-eyed Thunder Roc demon.
"Do you two have a strategy?" Xiao Changsheng's voice was dry.
"Damn it!"
Ma Wanquan's eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly stood up: "Old man Liu, Fellow Daoist Xiao! I'm risking this life to stop that beast! I only ask you to return my family's descendants!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the vertical eye on the three-eyed Thunder Roc's forehead brightened again!
The second hundred-zhang lightning has already taken shape and strikes down at a faster speed!
There's no way to dodge!
Just when everyone was in despair.
"Roar!"
