"Interesting, I wonder how many more of my moves you can withstand!"
Fan Diwen snapped out of his daze, wielding a long stick that spun continuously in the air, whipping up a violent whirlwind. The wind blades were rampaging everywhere, making it impossible for ordinary martial artists to approach.
"My friend, we have gathered here to slay the white monkey. If the two of you continue fighting here, aren't you just depleting each other's strength?"
At this moment, Hsiao Wuqing spoke up.
Fighting any further has no meaning; acquiring the key is the most important goal.
"Hmph, once I have the key, I'll settle with you again."
Fan Diwen also realized that continuing the fight would severely disadvantage him in the key battle, so he temporarily let Ye Mo off the hook.
