One Master, two Mages, four Martial Artists who have cultivated True Qi.
The Divine Thought swept across, and Fang Zheng clearly saw the appearance and aura of the approaching group.
Heh...
"Dare to bark madly before me without being a Master? If the tiger doesn't show its might, do you really take me for a sick cat?"
The visitors moved swiftly, yet Fang Zheng's voice was calm and steady, reaching their ears just as they closed in.
Not good!
The Great Mage at the forefront felt his heart pounding wildly, a sense of impending doom quietly rising in his Sea of Consciousness, hurriedly controlling his sword to charge forward.
At the critical moment, he suppressed the fear in his heart and chose not to escape, but to continue his attack.
He first sought a moment of respite before planning his next move.
If he fled, he feared there would not be a sliver of hope for survival.
"Zheng!"
A streak of black saber light flashed before his eyes.
