"Could it be that that old bastard in green robes has called for help? Now this is getting interesting."
Thinking to himself, Lin Zifeng didn't dare hesitate. He had already experienced the speed of Thunder Tribulation Experts. Don't be fooled by the fact that this place was more than ten li away from the Beiyao Ancient Clan— for them, it was practically within arm's reach.
"Swoosh—"
Once discovered, Lin Zifeng's figure flickered. Wherever he passed, the air twisted violently. Above the blood-soaked ruins, silence once again returned.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh—"
In less than a minute, several figures flashed out over the ruins. Their razor-sharp speed fully displayed their formidable strength.
Staring at the hideous bloodstains on the ground and the dismembered body of Tu Long, the green-clothed man couldn't help but erupt in fury. Right under his eyelids, Lin Zifeng had actually found a gap and slipped away!
"Lin Zifeng, get out here!"
Come out…
