Wusheng Saint Emperor staggered.
His body lost balance in mid-air, coupled with Xiao Yi's tugging and releasing, sent him shooting towards the blood-colored scythe like an arrow from a bow.
Blood-red light flickered on the cold scythe.
The cold glow slashed towards the head of Wusheng Saint Emperor.
"Ying Feng, it's me..."
Wusheng Saint Emperor was drenched in cold sweat, shouting loudly.
Ying Feng Saint Emperor naturally saw Wusheng Saint Emperor, and was also startled.
This move was clearly aimed at Xiao Yi.
How did it end up targeting Wusheng Saint Emperor?
But he didn't have time to think much, and with an empty palm, he pushed into the void, and with his exquisite control, he unleashed a backward force. With a whoosh, Ying Feng Saint Emperor flew backward.
This allowed the blood-colored scythe to narrowly miss Wusheng Saint Emperor.
Even so.
