He squeezed out astonishing strength from his body, just about to flee, but he didn't expect someone to arrive faster than the Fire Armadillo!
It's You Su!
Ming Dao watched, dumbfounded for a moment, as You Su was chased by the blood-red mouth behind him. He really couldn't understand, what was You Su rushing over for? Was he not afraid of being eaten!
You Su's muscles were pulsating like thunder, as if countless hearts were beating simultaneously. His spirit platform spun rapidly, with the liquid Profound Qi accumulated in it boiling, bringing him extraordinary strength in both spirit and flesh.
You Su's mind was blank, fully focused on wielding the Mo Song Sword in his hand. It was the simplest sword move, yet all people could perceive was a shadow of darkness, resembling a tear in space.
You Su seemed to recall facing Mr. Ling; during that moment, as he was now, only one thought crossed his mind—kill the person before him.
