Tan Wenbin stepped forward, his reddened hands grasping the vines firmly. After locking onto his opponent's position by sound, he headed in that direction with a solemn expression and intimidating features.
"Sss..."
Xu Ming behind the dust felt a whirl of dizziness. He was confident he could withstand a direct attack for quite some time, but this assault on the spiritual senses rendered him helpless, forcing him to instinctively retreat, trying to escape the range of his opponent's intimidation.
"Dududududu!"
Sharply high-frequency footsteps came from the left, as a figure speedily charged like a leopard.
Li Zhiyuan turned his head to look.
Out of the dust appeared Chen Jing's figure.
He held a broken knife in hand, its edge marred with cracks but imbued with Evil Qi; it was likely found for him by Zhao Yi as a weapon. If it were an intact blade, it would still be too long for the current Chen Jing.
