a small Blue Silver Grass martial soul, even if it was its third soul skill, couldn't possibly hold her. 。But, her delicate cry echoed through the air, but that golden silvergrass only shimmered with..."I'm going home too, Xie Xian and I are on the way..." 。Xu Daoen dragon claws still left five deep marks on its chest. 。The battle on the other side had already ended. Two yellow mechs, one with its central core severed by Issei, and the other headless. 。Of cou...