Guo Jianglong and Xing Zhe were equally matched, caught in a chaotic battle, flying all over the sky.
Mr. Master stood in midair holding the Ice Crystal, his eyes closely following the silhouettes of the two, occasionally flashing over, always maintaining a certain distance from them.
This distance was neither too far nor too close. For Mr. Master, she could intervene in time, intercepting Guo Jianglong or assisting Xing Zhe.
Yang Xiao flew to Mr. Master's side,
"How is Xing Zhe?"
Mr. Master smiled and said:
"It's currently a stalemate, but over time, Guo Jianglong will definitely be defeated."
"Why?"
"It's very simple. You killed the pangolin, and the two hundred thousand guards they brought are almost entirely wiped out. Do you think Guo Jianglong can calmly fight Xing Zhe?
Even if Guo Jianglong could defeat Xing Zhe, he would still have to face attacks from you and me,
