Mo Ye, that little brat, is not that simple. Jin Hao always maintained extreme vigilance towards him.
His arrogance, his provocation, was just to want Jin Li to collapse.
Jin Li's collapse would further affect Mo Ye.
As long as he could increase the win rate by a little, he would do it. He never underestimated Mo Ye from the beginning!
Jin Li calmly watched, not giving Jin Hao any response, nor making any sound.
Right now, she couldn't help. The only thing she could do was not hold Mo Ye back.
She said before, she would watch Mo Ye achieve victory.
The provocation had no effect, and Jin Hao's gaze became increasingly cold.
Even if it had no effect, it didn't matter; Mo Ye's combat technique couldn't hold out for long.
He's not like that Fire Nether, who gets stronger the more injured he is!
Jin Hao was surrounded by dense golden lines, quietly waiting.
In the dark night.
