He recognized this sword!
"Big brother, save the people!" Ao Yu was anxious.
"That man is Ming Dao of the Qiming Sect, the only beloved disciple of Venerable Tingyu, known as the Little Sword Immortal of Nanyang Continent, and is in the Realm of Water Condensation Perfection."
"Is it that effeminate guy?" Obviously, Ao Yu had heard of this person, "Big brother, are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid of him, I'm just worried that you and Miss He can't match his four companions; they are all solidly grounded in the Condensed Water Upper Realm, which makes them difficult to deal with."
Ao Yunlie stared intensely at the battlefield, his face heavy with concern.
Being afraid is one thing, but being able to win steadily is another. This was destined to be a fierce battle. In such a situation with wolves lurking around, he had to consider whether it was worth it to risk everything to save a fellow human being.
"Then what do we do? Just watch them die?" Ao Yu was also at a loss.
