"We also have!" The identity of the Holy Traveler was quite significant, and they took out a wooden blade immediately, entirely blackened, as if struck by Immortal Thunder, covered in cracks, ready to disintegrate at any moment.
"Bai Meng, step back, you take Pei Shuyan and leave first!" Qin Ming transmitted his voice; today he had already engaged in an endless battle with the other side.
He felt a surge of anger, having been ambushed on the return journey, acquaintances dying tragically, and his life-saving Miracle Treasure forced to activate, resulting in significant losses.
Qin Ming knew the decayed fan was likely to be completely ruined today.
He took out the golden silk parasol to protect himself and Tang Yushang, ready to assist Great Grandmaster Yu Gen Sheng at any moment.
"All right!" Bai Meng picked up Pei Shuyan and turned away.
"Thud!" After running several miles, Old Pei's leg fell off.
