Li Hanting was silent for a moment, then said softly, "But stopping you is my responsibility, as well as my mission as a human. This is not a personal grudge; if possible, I hope you can understand."
The young man leaped forward, holding up the Iron Sword with both hands, slicing down a sword light like a hurricane.
Unfortunately, the opponent was Thunder.
Tang Ling casually slashed out a streak of lightning, accompanied by the rumbling sound of thunder, slicing the flying sword in half.
Li Hanting spat out a mouthful of blood, falling like a cannonball into the ruins.
Gu Jianlin continued to stride forward, holding the girl in his arms, the ground trembling slightly under his steps.
Like war drums on the battlefield.
Next, two unexpected people stood in their way.
Cheng Youyu trembled all over, his face pale with no trace of blood, he didn't know what was happening.
The once powerful ally had now become an enemy.
Even a member of the legendary Ancient God Clan.
