"Yiya!"
The Taihuang Demon shouted loudly, seeing Lin Zifeng lock his target on her. She knew that at this moment, Lin Zifeng had gone mad and would surely chase her like a mad dog.
"I must not confront him head-on," the Taihuang Demon reminded herself.
She ran around the high platform, dodging.
"Bang!" The Immortal Suppressing Tripod, filled with purple aura, was heavily struck by the Heavenly Painting Halberd and spun several times mid-air.
Shen Wuheng reached out to grab the Immortal Suppressing Tripod, but the leftover force from the Heavenly Painting Halberd reverberated through the tripod, making his hand go numb upon contact, sputtering... blood sprayed wildly.
Shen Wuheng grimaced in pain.
"Damn it! To what terrifying extent has this guy's combat power reached?" Shen Wuheng was shocked.
