At the moment of his disappearance, Qin Feiyang had entered the ancient castle and taken the Nine-Bend Yellow Dragon Pill.
"Has he broken through?"
"But it's pointless; an Eight-Star War King still stands no chance of success!"
Cold light shot out from Dong Qing's eyes.
BOOM! She lifted her arm, Battle Intent flowing from her fingertips towards the center of her palm. A destructive wave, like a flood, surged in all directions! Obviously, she was gathering strength, planning to win in one strike!
Qin Feiyang looked up at Dong Qing, his gaze cold. What he needed most right now was time! No more than ten breaths!
Ten breaths might seem short, but in a battle, it was an eternity. Especially with such a vast disparity in strength, if Dong Qing attacked with her full power, his situation would become extremely dire.
BOOM! The Battle Intent in Dong Qing's palm condensed into a fist-sized orb of light, radiating a dazzling glow. Its momentum was even more terrifying than before!
