"Waste," the young man's expression darkened as he observed his companion killed by Yin Xiaofan.
Dealing with Zhang Xianmiao had always been tough, and now there was another Yin Xiaofan, meaning he had to fend off attacks from front and back; the situation was increasingly unfavorable for him.
"Are you alright, senior?" Yin Xiaofan, noticing Zhang Xianmiao entangled by a red thread, furrowed his brow for a moment and hurriedly asked.
"The blood battle is fierce, but it's no help to the old man," Zhang Xianmiao said to Yin Xiaofan with a smile. "Kid, are you really that great? It's not easy to display two forms at the same time."
Zhang Xianmiao had watched the recent battle and was surprised at Yin Xiaofan's approach.
It seemed that Yin Xiaofan was indeed highly talented. Otherwise, it would have been impossible at his age. He truly was a descendant.
"My predecessor need not worry. I will save you," Yin Xiaofan turned his head to glance at the young man.
