Qin Feng gritted his teeth, using his fingers to pull out the black object from his flesh. Cold sweat and fresh blood continuously flowed down.
"Hey, hey, fighting with Spring has consumed so much strength, and now you're severely injured. You little bastard, I think you're lucky to be alive this time!" Yang Zongqing laughed, suddenly starting.
"Yang, today on the street, I'll settle things with you later." Qin Feng turned and left. He knew that facing away from Yang Zongqing now was extremely unwise.
Yang Zongqing naturally wouldn't miss this rare opportunity and immediately chased after him.
Between their chase and escape, fierce confrontations broke out within, mental rage, trees being chopped down, startling the birds and animals in the mountain and forests without trees.
The wind wounds of Qin Country were becoming more severe; Yang Zongqing couldn't shake him off.
"Wailing..."
Suddenly, deep in the mountains, there was a trembling and roaring sound.
