The dialect of Wen Yan carries a side glow as he looks at Dong Sanyuan, slightly controlling the anger in his palms, yet still keeping them locked in a shield battle. As long as the battle fades, the spirit's outburst would still kill them at first strike.
"As I said, you can't stop it."
In the shield's weaving method, I feel my heart beating, besides me is Qiu Yun. Ye Fengsheng's voice has a hint of sigh: "We didn't have an appointment, why come to die with me?"
That delicate face is surrounded by an indescribable expression under the brown halo. In Ye Fengsheng's voice, Qiu Yun gracefully said, "I will find the answer for you. Who knew this would happen."
"What answer is more important than your life?"
A significant piercing produced intense pain, Ye Feng wanted to stop speaking, finally placing his gaze on the shadow outside controlling the spirit, gritting his teeth, reaching out to take the bracelet off his wrist.
