"Hehe."
Suddenly, a laugh came to his ears. The Blood Clan Martial Saint's hair stood on end, and without thinking, he swiftly turned around and let out a roar, launching a punch with Gang Qi surging from his fist, smashing into the empty space there,
but nothing was hit. It shot far out, smashing into a cliff, creating a huge crater, with rocks tumbling down.
The Blood Clan Martial Saint was terrified, his chest heaving violently, a look of disbelief on his face, his body spinning rapidly, trying to find the figure of Zuo Longyi.
"I'm here."
At this moment, a voice rang out.
And accompanying this voice was an icy needle, stabbing toward the throat of the Blood Clan Martial Saint.
In an instant, the Blood Clan Martial Saint felt the cold needle, the hair on his neck standing on end, the Gang Qi within his body rapidly surging to his neck for defense.
