"Is it over just like that?"
Hoduo watched with a sense of loss, while being utterly shocked by Ding Ling's archery skill.
The distance was so great.
Yet, he could hit the target directly.
And Ding Ling's palm could conjure flames out of thin air! What kind of technique was that?!
Hoduo felt a chill down his spine, and his respect for Ding Ling grew deeper.
Ding Ling's eyes were profound, his expression indifferent as he gazed toward the direction of the valley.
Kublai wanted to kill him.
But this sudden fire had instantly claimed the lives of the two or three thousand death warriors he had meticulously prepared!
These death warriors were all elites.
Kublai had a hard time cultivating them, and their deaths would surely cause him great pain.
"Let's go."
Ding Ling picked up Hoduo again and set off toward the Northern Lands.
This time, he came with the conviction and purpose to decisively kill Kublai.
If he didn't kill Kublai, his thoughts would not be clear.
