"Zhang Rongfang!?"
"How is it possible? How could it be him!!?" Ran Xinyue, who was already half-paralyzed on the ground from having her Spiritual Line nearly drained dry, froze as she heard Yu Wenxing's voice.
But when she looked up, the figure standing in front of her overlapped with Zhang Rongfang no matter how she looked at it.
And the voice just now!
Boom!!!
A massive explosion like a bomb erupted in the forest, the gale spread in all directions, causing the surrounding grass to tilt outward radially.
Ran Xinyue instinctively raised her hand to shield her face, and then lowered it to look.
The over three-meter-tall dark red, blood-colored figure was rapidly intertwining with Kong Wen.
The two exchanged moves, each predicting the other's next move, both in advance calculations of the next step.
This is... the Grandmaster's defensive foresight!!??
Ran Xinyue's heart was shaken like a thunderclap exploding.
What... is this!!?
Her mind was already a mess.
