"I don't care who the others are, I've already found a good target." Qin Feng's gaze suddenly locked onto the distance.
"Oh?" Ji Ziya looked elsewhere.
"Monroe!" Jiji's eyes lit up, a fierce light flashing in them. "He can't get away this time!"
"It's time to settle things with him." Qin Feng's smile instantly turned shadowy. In this chaotic battlefield, he rushed over with ease.
Roughly three miles away from them, in midair, three figures were flying together, trying to kill a man in a gray robe. One of them was an old acquaintance, Meng Lu in a red robe. Besides Monroe, there were two other Masters whose strength could rival the Third Level of the Sky River.
"Haha, trying to run?" The scar-faced man was in the lead. A beam of Golden light suddenly shot out from his hand, immediately tearing through the sky and lancing toward the gray-robed man fleeing ahead.
