"Master, save me."
Minghe was utterly terrified.
Even though he was clutching the "Purple Sky Divine Thunder Talisman" in his hand, he had no confidence left at all.
He didn't even dare to turn around and use it.
Afraid that if he delayed for a blink of an eye, he would be overtaken and follow in the footsteps of his senior brother Mingfa.
"One strike, not even one strike could be blocked."
"And that's even after Senior Brother had used the Purple Thunder Summoning; it seems Chen in the Divine Martial Realm must have already broken through to the Divine Martial. Not only was the attack astonishing, but the defense couldn't even be breached by the Purple Thunder. It's the end for me..."
Minghe's cultivation wasn't particularly profound, nor could his talent be considered very good.
In terms of strength, he was even slightly weaker than Junior Brother Yan, Yan Beifei, who had joined the sect over sixty years later.
But he had one very good habit.
