Everyone looked nervously at Xie Jingshan. He had exhausted all his strength, and even the Golden Crow Sword Spirit above his head had dissipated to near transparency, while the flames on Black Dog Huo Dou's body had almost disappeared.
At this moment, it was impossible for Xie Jingshan to withstand this sword from Zhao Benlei; Zhuo Qingfeng had been defeated by this very sword before.
Jiang Yuebai also clenched her fists nervously, but she felt something was odd; wasn't Xie Jingshan known to disrupt battles with his loud howls?
He was always so unruly, making the enemy underestimate him, only to strike unexpectedly?
Why did he look so serious this time? His eyebrows were firm, and his aura was cold and stern, almost as if...
Jiang Yuebai suddenly shivered, remembering the young Sword Lord Zhufeng.
"Go!"
A fierce shout from Zhao Benlei brought Jiang Yuebai back to the present.
