At this moment, Chen Wushuang in the sky looked extremely grave, his features almost twisted together.

He kept patting his chest, feeling as if he might have a heart attack.

"You three ancestors! Damn it, why aren't you running in this situation?"

Chen Wushuang shouted in his heart, not daring to approach easily, fearing that the aura of the Ice Luan would disturb the Ferocious Beasts, which would be dangerous.