Qin Yi glanced back at Yin Qianqian and smiled slightly.
Yin Qianqian was annoyed. Since when did she become a weakling? However, seeing Yun Mengyao in a worse state made her feel better. Immediately, she dragged Yun Mengyao away.
"Little Wolf, this time we must not let that old fool escape."
"Oh." Lang Ya said coolly, not forgetting to toss a small dried fish into his mouth.
Qin Yi: "..."
The Evil Lord sneered disdainfully and said, "Qin Yi, you're deluding yourself. Don't forget that arrays can't stop a Divine Soul."
"Oh."
Qin Yi, mimicking Lang Ya's manner, nodded with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
The next second, Qin Yi moved, clenching his fists, turning them like Purple Crystal Stone, and punched towards the Evil Lord.
The rolling Fist Light, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, twisted the area in front instantly.
