Li Zhanbiao gripped his axe, panting heavily, his eyes fixated on Gu Qingqing, furrowing his brows tightly, never expecting that someone who appeared so young could have such a high cultivation!
He finally realized why the opponent only sent two people to chase them—because these two could completely defeat them!
He glanced over towards Hu Li, just in time to see Hu Li's left arm being severed by the scimitar in Jun Wu's hand. His pupils constricted; he wanted to help, but Gu Qingqing's Mixed Immortal Silk had already entangled him, so he could only raise his axe and once again engage in battle.
