Splatter, splatter, splatter...
Blood splattered, Ren Feifan's face suddenly paled!
"Get down!"
Seeing Ren Feifan still struggling to stand and resist, the young man's face turned cold as he roared angrily.
Get down...
With this roar, the aura around the young man surged into the sky and exploded suddenly.
Boom...
The power of the Saint's palm instantly increased by an unknown amount.
Boom...
Ren Feifan had few choices left.
The Little Sapling was already silenced.
Neither the Demon Lord nor Feng Qingyang could help him.
Everything still depended on himself.
He thought of something and his mind moved!
The Bow of the saint moon and the soul-devouring Golden Needle appeared simultaneously!
Both were filled with power and could be used!
He was unsure if he could break through the young man's oppressive force, but he had no choice!
He wanted to free his hands, only to find that the force had doubled!
He couldn't even pull the Bow of the saint moon open!
"Damn!"
