After a while, her figure flashed by, and her thoughts suddenly emerged.
Yan Hong sneered and said, "Miss Shui, don't worry. Once this child is dead, it's your turn!"
As he spoke, Ziyunfei and Yan Hong appeared simultaneously.
"Swish, swish—"
Hearing a gust of strong wind, the light and shadows of more than a dozen swords transformed into a powerful current and immediately took the life of the water figure in front of them.
The swords were sharp, and at the thought of them, water would fall.
In the great bombardment, although the water was soft and comfortable, some people couldn't endure it, and they were frightened back.
"Boom—"
At that moment, the final roar finally descended.
In the raging storm, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fixate on that corner.
The difference was that a sneer and pride appeared on the faces of Ziyunfei and Yan Hong.
But on the faces of Shui Datu, Hun Zuo, and others, there was deep concern and anxiety.
