He looked at that slender figure and found it increasingly familiar.
"Lu Sheng!!"
Finally, Fang Jiujiang recognized the figure and blurted it out.
Lu Sheng slowly turned around and nodded slightly at Fang Jiujiang, then quickly headed towards the Steel Factions.
After all... there was still a seventh-rank Blood Corpse Bone Spirit waiting for him to deal with.
Fang Jiujiang watched Lu Sheng's departing figure, feeling a sudden wave of relief, but also a hint of bitterness arose.
"Once again, I was saved by this guy!"
Fang Jiujiang's grip on his long staff relaxed, and he shook his head with a wry smile.
The last time, on the sixth-rank battlefield, Lu Sheng had saved him from Kong Xiaotian's hands. And now, he saved him from a seventh-rank Blood Corpse Bone Spirit.
He looked at Lu Sheng's departing figure, and a thought slowly emerged in his mind.
