The whole person transformed into a whirlwind of blood, but at the moment of touching Kang Fusheng, was struck on the back by the opponent's palm.
She flew backward like a kite with its string cut, leaving a long trail of blood in the snow.
Kang Fusheng approached slowly, his gray-blue palm exuding a deathly aura: "You remnants of the Heroic Sakura Association, today is your day to die!"
Wu Zhong struggled to get up but found his meridians sealed shut.
Facing the approaching Death God, the couple exchanged a glance, their eyes full of determination.
At this moment, a long howl suddenly came from afar.
Shi Xiong, holding the White Rainbow Treasure Sword, charged forward shoulder to shoulder with Xie Wen.
Xie Wen's long sword conjured seven chilling streaks, while Shi Xiong's treasure sword swept out countless sword shadows.
Kang Fusheng gazed at the approaching enemies again, a cruel smile curling at his lips as the gray-blue palm force intensified.
