"Right, big brother!"
Jiu Jie squinted and smiled, looking at Qin Feng.
Unwilling.
At this moment, Qin Feng's expression was extremely grave, staring intently at the tower without blinking, he spoke, "Escape!"
"Oh??"
Jiu Jie blinked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Escape!"
Qin Feng's brows were tightly knit, and he repeated, "You are not their match, flee quickly!!"
"Uh..."
Jiu Jie was stunned at this moment.
He had never seen Qin Feng so serious, nor had he often heard Qin Feng admit that he wasn't a match for the enemy. Qin Feng knew his strength, as one of the extraordinary young talents, yet now he was so seriously telling him to run.
Has the enemy's strength surpassed Qin Feng's imagination?
At this moment.
Just a loud "whoosh" echoed.
Waves of dark hostility surged out from inside the tower, finally converging and merging into a giant, pitch-black cloud-like monster.
