More importantly, the Descendants of Flor have actually harbored resentment towards the other party for a long time.
"How could that be?"
Qing Ye furrowed his brow slightly, glanced in the direction Fang Hong disappeared, and silently sheathed his long spear. At that last moment, he seemed to have grasped something, a thought that flashed by and then vanished without a trace in his heart.
The other end of the cave.
Fang Hong's right hand hung weakly, and under the aid of the Energy Angel, he stood up from the ground. With his left hand, he fumbled out a Life Potion from his waist pouch and tilted his head back to gulp it down to the last drop.
He glanced back, knowing that two Blinks by the Energy Angel were certainly not enough to escape the pursuit from the other party. However, that direction was completely pitch-black; he wasn't certain when they would catch up. After one round of confrontation, he felt slightly more confident.
