Suddenly, a sharp and fierce aura approached Xu Ning. In a flash, Xu Ning quickly raised his head, only to see a black light already before him, causing a slight distortion in the space around.
"You…"
Pff…
Before Xu Ning could finish speaking, his body was pierced by the black light. His momentum quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, and his vital blood evaporated instantly, leaving his skin dry and withered.
Thud!
Xu Ning's corpse fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Seeing this, Zhang Hong let out a sigh of relief and bent down to take the storage ring from Xu Ning's finger.
Swoosh!
The space trembled slightly as a terrifying sword light swept through the air, splitting the white gas in two.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Hong's body paused slightly, his eyes gleaming. In a flash, his right leg pressed against the ground, his body turning into a black whirlwind, engulfed by black demon flames.
Swoosh!
