With a light chuckle, Lin Zifeng tightly clenched his fists, a sound of explosion from his bones mixed with his low shout, simultaneously transmitting into Dongka's ears: Charge!
"Whoosh..."
Originally leaning against a large tree waiting for the Blood Shadow Dark Guard exchange, one could only feel a sharp gust of wind sweeping past, and their view was fixed on the slightly dim sky.
A distance of a thousand meters, the two ran at full speed and passed in just three seconds, like wolves into a sheepfold, Dongka's handsome face devoid of emotion, his sword fell, and bright red blood flowers dyed his snow-white robe horrifically.
Dongka was such, Lin Zifeng did not fall behind. Though weaponless, he attacked like lightning, a lingering shadow swept by, followed by the crisp sound of a throat bone shattering, detonating here.
