Li Xiaoqiang casually picked up a nearby brocade box, only to find it empty inside. He sighed as he approached the mountain at the end of the magma river. The treasure artifacts in the brocade boxes were becoming fewer and fewer, with many of them just empty boxes.
At that moment, a breath of death suddenly enveloped Li Xiaoqiang from behind.
Li Xiaoqiang, riding on the back of the Two-Winged White Tiger, immediately turned around. With a flip of his hand, a Flying Sword appeared behind him.
Crack!
The Flying Sword in Li Xiaoqiang's hand instantly snapped, and a palm strike fiercely impacted his chest.
Li Xiaoqiang and the Two-Winged White Tiger were sent flying, crashing into a rock that swayed slightly in the magma.
Li Xiaoqiang stood up, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His gaze was icy as he stared at Tian Chen in the distance, frowning deeply.
Four black-clothed middle-aged men appeared, and a black energy flowed from their hands into Tian Chen's body.
