Ying Jian's mouth was overflowing with blood foam, almost driving him to madness.
But in his heart, there was more fear; he was gravely injured and already had the intention of retreating.
Escape!
If he didn't flee now, he feared he would perish here today.
Ying Jian's eyes were cold and venomous as he glanced at Jing Wangyou, then at Qin Yi.
His sinister gaze seemed as if it wanted to tear JIng Wangyou and Qin Yi into pieces.
Qin Yi's eyes flickered with a cold light; striking when the enemy is weak was an opportunity he didn't want to miss.
Ying Jian's cultivation was too strong; such an opportunity would not come easily again.
"Swish!"
The Flood Dragon Spear pointed at Ying Jian, red light swirling around as it was about to strike.
However, the skeletal remains suddenly turned to look at him, its hollow eyes seemingly harboring two flickering golden flames, extraordinarily eerie.
