Decisive and swift, both the person and the long spear flew out, the ground cut by the airflow, leaving behind long, narrow marks. Due to the inability to withstand such a fierce attack, Bai Ze had to thrust the gun tip fiercely into the ground.
Using his body to mitigate the impact.
The ground not only bore sword marks but also was cracked with blocks of stone.
He retreated, defended, and sought survival.
To avoid dying under this sword strike.
But he also felt another kind of terrifying killing intent.
Chilling, rapid, only a fleeting thought away.
Is someone trying to kill him?
No.
Someone is trying to kill her.
He suddenly looked up and saw a person appearing at the top of a towering Jinling Wood in the flower garden to the left front.
