Upon hearing the sharp keen reaching his ears, Chu Ziling's chaotic mind was momentarily roused to clarity by Wen Yu's killing intent.
His right fist clenched, and he threw a punch toward Wen Yu's position from a distance.
The concentrated fireball charged straight at Wen Yu. By the time Wen Yu deflected the fireball with a swing of his saber, Chu Ziling had already dashed to the rear of the crowd.
That guy escaped again, Wen Yu sighed softly to himself, not bothering to pursue him. He returned to a spot not far from Pandora's Magic Box.
Although there was a gap in their strength, it wasn't exactly a crushing one. But Chu Ziling's speed left Wen Yu helpless!
Not far behind the crowd, Chu Ziling, standing on a large tree, had already recovered from the dizziness and pain from the Soul Strike. He looked at Wen Yu, who was guarding Pandora's Magic Box, with a dark expression.
