"Hmm, what?"
As soon as the words fell, a dark red light, silent and breathless, shot out from the storm of Gang Qi below. In an instant, it pierced through Zhao Sheng's torso, disregarding any defense, at an unbelievably fast speed.
Uh!
Zhao Sheng grunted, a fist-sized hole burst through his chest, blood flowed down, completely penetrating his torso.
"Hehehe, cough... that hurt like hell just now!"
The cloud mist churned, Gong Boran's mouth was bleeding, and his face was vicious yet smug as he flew up from the clouds. He was drenched in blood, covered with numerous ghastly wounds, looking extremely miserable.
Slish!
A blood-colored light swooped down from the sky and landed in front of Gong Boran, whirling around its master with incredibly agile and rapid rotations, and a long, sharp Crystal Shuttle faintly appeared within the blood light.
Zhao Sheng's right hand ignited with a layer of white light, pressed against the wound, temporarily suppressing the blood's toxic flame.
